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“Of course you are. You're not going anywhere. Tomorrow, when you've had more rest, we can talk more about things that've happened and what you may have heard, but I think right now you need a nap.”I tell him as I've watched him force his eyes back open for the past few minutes, and he keeps trying to stop his yawns.
"Yeah, I've been awake for over a day now, getting here. I'm beyond tired, Dad.”
I hate knowing my son spent that long trying to get here to me, but I'm glad he's here now. He's not going anywhere. This is his home.
“Close your eyes, Cam. You're safe here, I promise.”
We all sit there in silence as Cam falls to sleep, all deep in thought. The last twenty-four hours have been insane with the change in my relationship with Flame and then Cam's arrival, but I can't help but feel happy about it all. It might be different from what I'm used to, but it's definitely going to be just as satisfying, if not more so, than anything in my life so far.
Shadow nudges my arm and whispers,“You need to go and ring Dad.”
I just nod my head, slowly stand, and go into Doc's office. He's not wrong if I don't tell my Dad, and he finds out from someone else, shit will hit the fan.
I dial my Dad's number and wait for him to answer.
“Hey, son, is everything okay? You don't normally ring out of the blue unless something's wrong.” My Dad says, as soon as he answers.
“Hey, Dad. Yeah, and no. Where are you?”
"Well, from the sound of your voice, I should just tell you I'm almost back from my trip. I was going to surprise you and your brother when I got back, but I'm guessing it's a good job that I'm close by. What's going on?”
“Fuck Dad, where do I start? There's so much that's happened. I don't want to tell you on the phone when you're close to being here. I'd rather tell you in person. Just come straight to the infirmary when you get here, and I'll tell you everything.”
“Who’s hurt!?”He asks worriedly.
“No one, you know, yet. Just get here as quick as you can, okay, Dad? See you soon, old man. Love you.”
“I'll give you, old man, you little shit. I'll see you soon. I love you too.”
We hang up, and I walk back out into the main room, where Cam's now softly snoring with Shadow and Flame watching over him like hawks. They look like they're scared to take their eyes off him in case he disappears. I get that; none of us expected me to have a son, and certainly not one who's his age, who's had the life Cam has so far. Yeah, we're all going to be a little protective for a while.
“Dad will be here soon. I didn't tell him about Cam on the phone. I figured he could see for himself.”I whisper while chuckling.
Shadow's shaking his head at me with a mischievous smile. No doubt because he knows our Dad probably wants to strangle me for not giving him any information on the phone; he hates surprises. It's not news anyone really wants to give on a phone call, though. I was only going to tell him over the phone before because I thought he was still away on his trip.
Chapter Eleven
Blaze
What the hell's going on? Getting off the phone with Wrath, my eldest son, and I’m worried. Why wouldn't he tell me what's going on over the phone? That's worrying, to say the least. Normally, he'll tell me everything that's going on. Yeah, I don't like this at all. I speed up on my bike, determined to get to The Clubhouse as quickly as possible. I need to know what the fuck is going on. And why the hell do I need to go to the infirmary? So many questions and no fucking answers. The little shit knows how much I hate surprises as well.
Pulling up outside The Clubhouse, I realize it's only been ten minutes since I got off the phone with Wrath. I may have put my foot down to get here as fast as possible. Quickly hopping off my bike, I hurry inside, ignoring everyone who tries to speak to me. I'll catch up with them later; I'm more interested in knowing what's going on with Wrath.
Entering the infirmary, I see both my sons, Wrath and Shadow, sitting by a hospital bed. Flame's standing behind Wrath with his hands on his shoulders. That's pretty normal for them two; they tend to have to be touching in one wayor another. They really do need to do something about how they feel about one another. I shake off those thoughts, more concerned about what's going on here and now.
Walking towards the bed, I realize it’s a fucking child who's in it because of their size. I can't see their face as they're turned away from the room, obviously asleep from the soft snoring sounds.
“What the hell is going on?”I ask, keeping my voice quiet so that I don’t wake them up.
Wrath looks at me and tells me,“Walk around the bed and look at him.”
Okay, that's a bit of a weird thing to tell me to do, but I trust my son and do as he asks. Slowly stepping around the bed, I get my first look at the child's face, and I stop dead in my tracks. My head shoots up to look at my sons. This child, while covered in fucking bruises, looks exactly like my boys.
Taking a deep breath, I ask,“Who’s son is he?”
“Mine. His name's Cam.”Wrath replies, and I'm shocked.
I know my son's gay. I've known since before he ever admitted it to anyone, but if he's saying this is his son, then that means,
