Chasing Shadows, SA
Chasing Shadows
Author: heartsdesire456
Rating: up to NC-17
POV: 3rd
Pairing: multiple
Summary:This is the (not sure which number) latest installment of the Adel!verse. It continues where the last one left off. If you haven't read them, holy shit it's a long read with some REALLY bad writing in the older parts, BUT they sort of are required unless you're good at just making up a backstory to explain things. They are a lot to read, but this is the last installment (and the most relevent to this storyline), so you MAY could follow with just reading this one HERE
Author's Note:MPREG ALERT!!! This is an MPREG (As are ALL of the Adel!fics... its sorta how it goes) This is mainly for Abigail, since NOBODY else reads these fics really.
Simon chased the little ones through the house. Between Jacob being four, Rose being two and Timmy being two, someone had to keep up with all the tiny werewolves when they were in wolf form. Jacob was beginning to be able to control it but Rose and Timmy were just becoming adept at running around as humans so they were spontaneously changing all the time.
Casey liked to play with them sometimes, as did the other werewolves in the house, but Simon was just as hyperactive as the children. Simon skidded across the floor as he turned a corner, only to slam into legs. Laurence nearly fell over, only staying steady due to how small Simon’s wolf was. “Oi, watch it!” he said, and all three pups stopped and turned back.
Davey looked up from his spot heading down the hall in the opposite direction. “You okay?” he asked.
Laurence nodded. “Simon, you’re a bit larger than them,” he said, and Simon just let out a huffing sound and then turned and raised his tail, wagging it as he walked away. Laurence snorted. “Cheeky.” He said, shaking his head fondly.
Davey smiled. “I swear, he’s so hyper,” he said, laughing as Simon pounced on Rose, licking her obnoxiously, only to yelp as Jacob bit down on his tail, growling as he gnawed on it.
“He’s always been this way.” Laurence said, smiling.
“Eww!” They turned back and saw Jacob had sporadically turned back mid chomp on Simon’s tail. “Icky, furrr!” he whined, picking it out of his mouth.
Simon stood up and Rose turned as well. Davey smiled. “Guess its baby time again.” He said, smiling when the little dark haired girl turned.
“DADDY!” she cried, running towards him as fast as her little toddler legs would carry her. Davey smiled and picked her up, pretending to throw her as she squealed then cuddled into him when he pulled her to his chest. “Wuv daddy.” She cooed and Laurence beamed, watching Davey melt as he gazed down at his little girl.
Laurence turned back and saw Simon looking at Timmy, waiting for him to change. “You not ready to be a little boy again yet, eh buddy?” Laurence asked, kneeling down. Timmy yipped and growled as he attacked Laurence’s shirt sleeve. “Hey, none of that.” Laurence said, petting the boy’s scruffy little head. “Hey Simon, wanna take him out to the forest? It’s fairly late, nobody will bother us.” He said, and Simon yipped, sitting up to lick Laurence’s jaw. “Hey, that tickles when you do that.” He said, shoving at him gently.
“Davey, tell everybody we took Timmy out to let him run about in the forest.” He said, and Davey nodded.
“Can do.” He said, and Laurence turned, dwarfing his husband entirely.
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Laurence enjoyed the feeling of running with his husband and son through the forest. They got to the old abandoned trail and let Timmy run ahead of them, setting their pace. Timmy yelped as he found a small stream and neither parent’s warning huffs stopped him from splashing about in the shallow and narrow stream of water. Simon just let out a huff, watching the puppy rolling around in the water, sure to be covered in mud when they headed home.
Laurence just let out an amused sound and sat down, watching happily as his son splashed about in the water. Simon walked over and rubbed against him, nuzzling his jaw and neck and licking his snout. Laurence pressed his nose against Simon’s head, licking at his jaw to return the affectionate gesture. Simon just grumbled and lay down with his paws beneath his head. Laurence yipped, then swatted at Simon until he jumped up and nipped at Laurence’s ear, earning a yelp. Laurence tackled Simon, who yelped in amusement, only to struggle playfully as Laurence stood over him, licking his throat teasingly.
Simon nipped at Laurence’s foreleg, earning a swat to the shoulder. He looked up and Laurence looked amused. He laid down, pinning Simon down. Simon squirmed around until he was on his side with Laurence’s weight pinning him down. He wuffed at Laurence, who just licked his muzzle and tucked his head into Simon’s neck, using him effectively, as a pillow. Simon just let out a small grumble and closed his eyes, letting Laurence’s warm body keep him comfortable.
Simon didn’t need to hear a voice to know Laurence was saying ‘I love you’. They lay curled up together until a sudden yelp of alarm had both of their heads raised immediately. Timmy was soaking wet and clearly frightened as he ran back to them. Laurence stood up and Timmy ran underneath him, cowering fearfully between Laurence’s front paws as Simon stood as well.
A man with a smaller wolf at his side appeared through the trees across the stream. Timmy was whimpering and cowering, looking fearful while Laurence rose to his fullest, trying to appear even larger. Simon just ducked his head menacingly, standing beside Laurence, pressed close to his baby. The man looked shocked when the wolf beside him growled, heckles rising. Laurence could scent that it was a female werewolf, but he had no time to think before she released a hungry howl.
Timmy let out fearful yelps and shot from under Laurence, running to the left, towards the path, quickly. “MARIA, NO!” The man cried, but the wolf, which looked very ragged, shot off after the puppy.
Laurence didn’t have time to react before Simon had shot after them, quickly pouncing on the female wolf, who had cornered Timmy. Laurence growled at the man menacingly as he approached. “No, wait!” the man tried, looking past them. “You have to stop her, she doesn’t mean to hurt anyone, you have to believe me!” he said, and Laurence growled, only to hear pained yelps and then a tiny growling sound as Timmy was cornered. He saw Simon lying in a heap, whining. Laurence bolted after the female, who had just snapped at Timmy when he collided with her, sending her sprawling.
“DON’T HURT HER!” The man cried, running for them. Laurence bit into the werewolf’s leg and slung her aside, running back to Timmy, who was curled in a frightened ball, backed up against a corner between a tree and a rock. “Maria!” He man ran over to the wolf, who was struggling to get up. Laurence yipped at Simon who was still whining where he lay. Laurence didn’t want to leave Timmy to go over to Simon, so he stayed put, growling at the man and werewolf. Timmy was whimpering with his tail tucked between his legs and his head low. He crawled slowly until he was against his father’s leg.
Simon managed to stand and rushed as best he could, still shaking, to stand with Laurence, blocking Timmy, who pressed into his fur, whimpering.
The man was checking the female werewolf over, talking to her. “You- you have to help us. Please. She didn’t mean it. She’s very sick.” The man said, looking over at them.
Laurence watched for a while before nudging Simon, who nodded, understanding what he wanted. Simon fished Timmy out from under Laurence, despite his fearful whimpers, and grabbed him by the scruff of his neck. Laurence watched as Simon ran away, carrying Timmy in his jaws. As soon as they were gone and at the border to the neighborhood where they lived, Simon howled, letting Laurence know they were going to be safe.
Laurence transformed and walked over. “I’m sorry I had to do that, but she was after my child.” He said, and the man shook his head.
“I understand, but please, please help us!” he said quickly.
Laurence nodded. “What’s wrong with her?” He asked.
The man just shrugged. “I have no clue.” He said, shaking his head.
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Laurence and the man carried the unconscious wolf back to the house. Simon was waiting with Timmy, who was once again a little boy, sitting on his hip. “Laurence!” he cried, relieved. “God, are you alright?” he asked, then looked. “What the hell is she doing here.” He said, holding his child tightly.
“Mean!” Timmy said, pointing. “MEAN!” he screeched, hiding his face in Simon’s neck.
“Darling, take Timmy and go get Gerard or Bob or someone.” Laurence said. They carried her down the hall to the medical room and took her inside. “Okay, who are you and why did this woman try to harm my son?” Laurence asked.
“My name is Maxwell Carlisle and this is my baby sister, Maria.” He said, petting the wolf’s furry head as she kicked some. “She started behaving strangely a few days ago so I took her and hid in the forest with her. She was ill a few months ago, but she got better only randomly this week she lost her mind.” He said worriedly. “She’s only fifteen.” He said softly, stroking her fur. “She needs help.” He said softly. “I was trying to hide her in the woods.” He bit his lip. “She’s adopted so I’m not a werewolf, and I couldn’t let her go hurting people.” He said.
Laurence nodded. “Well, someone will be here soon, I hate to leave you here, but my husband was hit really hard, so I’ll be back.” He said, then walked out, only to nod as Bob and Ray went into the room with them.
Laurence jogged to the kitchen, noticing Simon was sitting on the counter while Timmy ate a cookie, letting Gerard press against his ribs as he watched Timmy. “Simon, are you okay?” he asked, walking over.
Simon cringed. “Possibly a broken rib.” He said, pouting.
Laurence cringed, but leaned in to peck his lips. “I’m sorry, darling.” He said.
Simon shrugged. “What is she doing here? She tried to hurt Timmy!” he said, somewhat annoyed.
“She’s sick, the man says. She’s his fifteen year old sister who is ill.” He said. Laurence walked over and knelt down beside Timmy, who was sitting at the table with a cookie and milk in a sippy cup. “How are you, dear?” he asked, stroking the baby’s dark hair.
“Cookie?” he mumbled, holding the cookie up to Laurence, who smiled and kissed his forehead.
“No, Timmy, I don’t want any.” He said. “Did you get hurt?” he asked and Timmy nodded, bottom lip poking out. He held up his leg and Laurence snickered when he saw the little scratch on his knee.
“Owwy.” He said, with wide blue eyes. Laurence smiled. Even though he had his father’s blue eyes, he looked every bit like Simon with his plush lips and button nose. And Laurence’s eyes weren’t nearly as big as his husband and son’s eyes.
“Oh let daddy look at it.” He said, leaning down to kiss his cut. “Better?” he asked, and Timmy beamed, once again looking like Simon.
“Better, daddy!” he said, and Laurence smiled lovingly at his son.
“I love you, Timmy.” Laurence said, kissing the top of his head. “I’m so glad you’re alright.” He said, rubbing his hand down his tiny back.
“You okay?” Timmy asked, looking up at Laurence with wide eyes and Laurence smiled.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I was just worried about you.” He said, and Timmy looked around. “Looking for something?” he asked.
“Mummy?” Timmy asked, looking around. His eyes got wide when he didn’t see Simon. “Daddy, where mummy?” he asked and Laurence smiled.
“Mummy’s right over there,” he said pointing. “But if you finish up with your cookie, you and Mummy can go play.” He said, and Timmy turned and started eating faster. “Aw, slow down, son, you’ll get a tummy ache.” He said, kissing Timmy, who slowed down. He stood up and walked back to Simon. “I’m going to go back and see what’s wrong with the girl.” He said, and Simon nodded, smiling over at Timmy, who was kicking his feet as he finished his milk.
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Bob came into the kitchen. “Apparently the girl has Lyme disease.” He said, and Laurence raised an eyebrow. “It can cause pretty severe psychosis in werewolves. We’re sending her to Lena’s so they can take better care of her.” He said, and Laurence nodded. “Now for the ‘great’ news.” He said, smiling. “Yours and Simon’s parents are flying in tonight.” He said, and Laurence groaned.
Their parents had decided to all take a trip and come visit, which neither Laurence nor Simon were looking forward to. “I hate his mum and dad and his mum and dad hate my mum and dad.” He whined.
Bob just snickered. “My parents hated Ray, too.” He said, snickering. “And Ray’s family was long gone.” He said.
Simon walked in, carrying Timmy. “See, here’s daddy!” he said, and Timmy squealed, holding his arms out. Laurence smiled and took him, holding him up in the air as he kicked and screamed. “He wanted his daddy.” He said, smiling fondly at his family.
“Daddy!” Timmy squealed, clapping when Laurence put him on his hip. “Mummy silly.” He said, and Laurence laughed, as Simon’s jaw dropped.
“I am not!” Simon said, then giggled.
“Is mummy silly, Timmy?” Laurence asked, and Timmy nodded, then giggled. Laurence smiled. “Damn, you two are so alike.” He said, kissing Timmy’s temple before walking over to press a kiss to the top of Simon’s head. “Your laughs match, your smiles match, even though he has my eye color and hair your eyes still are shaped the same and he has thinner hair like yours.” He said, and Simon smiled and stood on tiptoe to kiss Laurence sweetly.
“Ew, mummy, eww!” Timmy squealed, then shoved Simon away, making him gape.
“Hey, don’t push mummy!” he said, frowning.
Laurence just smiled. “Does mummy have germs that daddy could get?” he asked, and Timmy nodded solemnly. Simon just snorted and rolled his eyes. Laurence smiled. “Our parents will be here tonight.” He said and Simon mimed gagging. “Oh hush, I’m no happier than you, but it’ll be good to see our parents and they’ve never met Timmy.” He said, kissing the baby’s cheek.
Simon snorted. “Well, maybe since we’re married my mum will be less bitchy.” He said, smiling. He stood on tiptoe and kissed Timmy, who giggled only to squeal when Laurence and Simon both smirked and started to pretend to eat him.
“NO! NOO!” he squealed, trying to pull away.
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“Simon! You look well!” Laurence and Simon both looked up at each other and made faces before turning back to greet their parents as they entered the library. “Oh… Laurence.” Simon’s mum said shortly. “Well, darling, at least he didn’t run off!” Laurence and Simon both sighed and deflated as Simon’s parents started fussing over him.
“Laurence, son, it’s great to see you.” Mr. Rene said, walking over to shake his son’s hand.
“Hello, dad. Where’s mum?” He asked.
“Ah, she’s going batty over the big entrance in there. She seem more interested in the house than her own son.” He said with a fond smile. “Where’s the little lad then? We didn’t come all this way to let you hide our dear grandson!” he said, catching the attention of the Rowlands.
“Yes, dear, where is the baby?” Mrs. Rowlands said, smiling as she squished her son’s face.
His father nodded. “Yes, as sad as it is the poor thing was born a bastard, doesn’t mean we don’t want to see our grandson.” He said, and Simon and Laurence both stared at him. “Well it’s only the truth innit?” he said, shrugging.
Simon groaned. “Well, dad you’ll be glad to know we’re married now.” He said, walking over to Laurence, who took his hand. “Nearly a year now.” He said.
“Son, you didn’t make an honest lad out of the poor boy until a year after the baby was born?” Mr. Rene asked, shaking his head. “That’s not very gentlemanly of you, son.”
“Oi, we didn’t want to rush into marriage, alright?” Simon asked, indignantly. “God, can we please not fight at least until tomorrow?” he asked and everybody nodded. “Now to clear it up, Laurence asked me to marry him just after Timmy was born and we waited a year to make sure things were going to be alright. We rushed into having a child, we weren’t going to rush into marriage as well.” He said.
Laurence nodded, sliding his hand to Simon’s shoulder. “We love each other very much, we love our son more than life itself, and we are glad with our decisions regardless of the timing.” He said, and Simon nodded. “Now if you’d like, let’s go see Timmy.” He said rationally, and Simon smiled up at him.
“That was rather good, Laurence.” He said, giggling softly as he hugged him around the middle. They walked out, leading their parents, with arms around each other lovingly.
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Simon laughed when he saw Rose in puppy form barking up the stairs, only to gasp as he heard a familiar yelp and Timmy came tumbling down the stairs, hitting every one with a thump.
Laurence started to cry out, only as Timmy landed, he stood and shook himself off before spotting Rose and running to her, wagging his tail. “Simon, which one is yours?” Mrs. Rowlands asked.
“Has to be the clumsy one if it’s Simon’s child.” Mr. Rene said, snickering.
“Oh dear, is it alright?” Mrs. Rene said, rushing over. “Oh hello darling!” she said, hugging her son around his middle, as he was much larger. “Which little dear is yours?” she asked, smiling at both puppies, who suddenly stopped and looked at them all blankly.
“ROSEY? Daddy’s looking for you! Rosey?” They all looked up as a large man stopped at the stairs. “Oh! You must be Simon and Laurence’s parents.” He said, smiling s he headed down. He stopped and picked up one of the dark haired puppies, cluing them in on who was who. “Sorry if Rose is bothering you guys.” He said, petting her.
“Oh, she’s just darling!” Mrs. Rene cried, heading over to pet her. “I’m assuming that means this tiny one is dear Timmy?” she asked, and Simon nodded, smiling. She knelt down and pet him, only he pulled away and ducked fearfully.
“Sorry, he’s shy, especially as a puppy.” Simon said, then changed, walking over. He nudged Timmy, who pawed at him, only to duck between his legs and peek out tentatively.
Laurence smiled. “Come on, Tim, it’s just your Grandparents.” He said, walking over. He knelt down and fished Tim out, kissing Simon’s head as he stood up. “Sorry, he’s spontaneous now so no telling when he’ll change back.” He said, heading over to the grandparents. “This is Timothy Jacob Rene.” He said, smiling.
Mrs. Rene squeaked and stroked his hair back. “Oh he’s darling!” she said, smiling. “How are you, deary?” she asked.
Timothy suddenly changed and Laurence caught him as his new form made him differently proportioned. Simon changed back and headed over. “Timmy.” He looked at the baby, who giggled.
“Mummy!” he cried, reaching out for Simon, who took him with a smile as he transferred him to his hip. “Mummy, Rosey mean!” he said, and Simon snickered as Davey passed with Rosey, who was still a puppy.
“Aw, I’m sorry if she’s mean, Timmy.” Davey said, and then nodded. “Nice to meet you all.” He said, heading upstairs.
“Mummy, Rosey smells icky.” He said, making a face.
Simon snickered. “That’s probably why her daddy was after her. Bath time.” He said. “Now, Timmy, this is your Grandmum and Grandpa.” He said, pointing at his own parents. “And this is your Nan and your other grandpa.” He said, remembering what Laurence’s mother wanted to be called.
“Can Grandmum hold you, Timmy?” Mrs. Rowlands asked, looking wide eyed at the small boy.
He bit his lip and looked at Simon, who smiled and nodded. “Go on, it’s alright.” He said, and Timmy shyly held out his hand. Mrs. Rowlands smiled and took the baby, holding him carefully.
“Oh, you’re a big boy.” She said, and he smiled shyly. “You’re quite the armload.” She said, smiling.
Simon just smiled in relief. He went over and slid into Laurence’s arms, smiling up at him lovingly. “Alright, darling?” Laurence asked, and Simon nodded.
“Love you.” He said, smiling. “I think this might all work out.” He said softly. Laurence just smiled and leaned down to peck his lips.
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“Are you having anymore?” Simon looked up at Mrs. Rene, who was cuddling Timmy, who obviously was enjoying it.
Laurence snickered. “What another little attention whore?” he asked, smiling at how Timmy was soaking up all the attention.
Simon cringed. “I don’t know. I mean, I reckon we’ll have another later on, but I don’t want any soon. NO!” he said, shaking his head.
Casey smiled, as they were all at dinner. “We’re already trying again and you keep trying your hardest to NOT have another anytime soon.” He said.
Simon snorted. “I don’t want to be a baby factory like all you lot! Your mum has five kids, Davey’s dad has four, and you’ve got three already! Why d’ya need any more already?” he asked, snickering.
Davey smiled. “Well, they recommend for Adels to not try after thirty-five and Casey and I aren’t very fertile so it may take a while and we don’t want to risk not conceiving another.” He said. “We want as many as we can.” He said, and Casey nodded.
“I wish I could have six, but I’ll be lucky for one more.” He said, smiling sadly.
Laurence snickered. “Simon’s already told me he wouldn’t mind another in the future, but no more after that. Two only, unless the second time around its twins.” He said. “Besides, I don’t know if I could bear to suffer more than one more pregnancy of Simon’s.” he said, cringing.
Simon laughed. “It wasn’t that bad, darling. Could’ve been worse.” He said, and Laurence nodded.
“I guess, but watching you suffering for eight months then being terrified for nearly a whole day and having my earth nearly shattered was really bad for my health.” He said, and Simon cringed.
“Yeah, mum, I never told you that. Thank you for going through bringing me here.” He said, and she laughed.
“Aw, your first childbirth.” She said, and he cringed. “Is it really that much more painful for Adel’s, you poor thing?” she asked.
Simon bit his lip. “Well, not really. It wasn’t the pain as much as how tired I was. I sat in on Casey’s so I had a fair idea of what to expect and I was prepared. I saw how he dealt with all the pain and yet seemed unfazed as soon as Rose was in his arms, so I was ready. I wanted my baby no matter what pain.” He said, but bit his lip. “Only where his was at most six hours, mine was more like twelve, so after half of it I was exhausted and scared.” He said.
Laurence nodded, sliding his arm around him. “I was too, dear.” He said, cringing. “I was terrified about him. He kept getting so weak and so tired and I was so scared.” He said. “Then when Timmy was born I nearly died right there.” He looked up. “When Tim was born he wasn’t moving or breathing, and he didn’t breath for more than a minute of them working on him. I was so sure my baby was dead.” He said, shuddering. “Dear God, nothing will ever be worse than that feeling. I knew my baby was gone and I nearly died myself. The pain of losing my child was worse than anything I could ever imagine.” He said. “Simon was freaking out, terrified and already exhausted and then the baby wasn’t breathing and it was just… horrible.” He said, looking at his son.
Mrs. Rene gasped, looking at the little boy. “Oh no, he wasn’t breathing?” she asked, and Simon nodded, shaking his head.
“God, I had just spent eight months carrying him inside of me, then twelve hours trying to bring him into the world, and I already loved my child so, so much and then the moment I had longed for since Rose was born, the first cry of my child, never came.” He said, wide eyed. “When Casey had Rose, as soon as she cried out, he was suddenly smiling, and looked so happy, not tired and in pain anymore, and I had waited so long to hear my baby’s first cry and he was quiet and not moving.” He said.
Laurence leaned over and kissed Simon’s hair. “Thank God he was okay.” He said, smiling. He looked at his son. “I have no clue how either of us would have survived losing our baby.” He said. “I wasn’t even the one who had nurtured him with my body for so long and suffered through childbirth, and yet when he wasn’t moving and breathing I felt like everything in my body was just shutting down. It was like I had nothing to live for without my baby and my body was giving up.” He said softly, then bit his lip and stood. “Give him here, mum.” He said softly, walking over to take Timmy from his mother. Simon smiled lovingly as Laurence pulled Tim into his arms and held him, clinging to him tightly.
“Aw, it’s alright, darling. Timmy is fine, you know. It was two years ago.” Simon said, but Laurence just shook his head, walking back with the baby in his arms.
“I love you, Timmy.” He said, kissing Tim as he sat down.
Timmy just giggled. “Love daddy.” He said, laying his head on Laurence’s broad chest as he sat in his lap. Laurence just melted, curling his arms around his son, rocking gently.
Simon smiled at them. Mrs. Rene nudged her husband, who just smiled and nodded, watching.
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Simon and his mother talked for a while before deciding to call it a night. They left the lounge and headed down the hall, only Simon stopped at the open doors of the library. The sight that met him was one that he was used to seeing, but never got tired of.
Laurence was sleeping on the couch with Timmy asleep on his chest. Simon smiled and walked in. He kneeled down beside the couch and smiled. He reached out and gently touched Timmy’s cheek, then turned to Laurence. He reached up and pushed his fingers through Laurence’s hair, smiling when Laurence wiggled some. He leaned down and kissed his cheek, smiling when Laurence turned his head towards him. Simon kissed him softly, smiling when Laurence kissed back, somewhat awake. “Time to go to bed, Laurence.” He said, smiling when beautiful blue eyes fluttered open to look at him.
“Take Timmy for me? I’m so tired I might drop him.” He said. Simon nodded and maneuvered Timmy into his arms. He stood, smiling when Laurence sat up, yawning.
“Come on, to bed with you.” Simon teased, shoving at him. Laurence just stood and smiled, hands on Simon’s shoulders as they walked up the stairs.
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Laurence was already in bed after Simon tucked Timmy in. He smiled, sliding into the bed. He curled over and laid his head on Laurence’s chest, smiling against the soft material of his husband’s shirt. “You alright, darling?” Laurence asked sleepily.
Simon smiled and nodded, lifting his head to see blue eyes peaking out at him between long lashes. “I’m perfectly okay, my love.” He said, kissing his chest. “My mum didn’t try to strangle you once.” He said, and Laurence chuckled, turning slightly towards Simon, so he could wrap his other arm around him as well.
“I think she was too charmed by the product of our DNA to care very much about me.” He said, and Simon sighed.
“He’s so beautiful, isn’t he?” Simon asked, and Laurence nodded, smiling.
“Looks just like you.” Laurence said, smiling. “I swear, if he didn’t have my hair and eye color you’d never know he wasn’t just your clone.” He said. “Mum and son both more gorgeous than words.” He said, smiling as him sleepily.
Simon just kissed him softly, only to stroke a hand down his face. “Sleep.” He said, and Laurence nodded, eyes falling shut as he curled around his husband’s small body, cradling him close.
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Mrs. Rene laughed when she got downstairs. “My goodness is it wolf only day?” she asked, laughing at all the wolves in the house.
Everybody was in the library, halls, and kitchen. The children were, apparently, having a very wolf-ish day, so the parents were joined in. She raised an eyebrow as she walked into the library and saw the younger Adel child playing with the dark haired child of nearly the same age while one of the adult Adel’s watched with his head in the lap of the short vampire with the dark hair.
“Haha, don’t hurt Nick!” the vampire laughed, constantly stroking his husband’s furry head and neck. “Trick, Jacob is going to eat our grandson.” He said, and the Adel lifted his head and let out a small barking nose, stopping the wrestling pair from getting so wild.
She spotted her own son curled up with his little Adel husband and it made her smile. Simon was a very small man with dyed black hair, but he was barely larger than a large blond dog as a wolf. Unlike Simon’s parents, who she knew resented her son somewhat, she loved Simon and was happy that her son had found such a boy to make him happy. She smiled when she watched from the doorway as Laurence lay down with one paw over Simon as he left his snout tucked into the small Adel’s neck.
She laughed, however, when she saw the other young couple playing with their children. Casey and Davey were both clearly very happy parents eager to have ever more children, she had discovered. They were chasing their little ones around through the shelves. Even though Davey was a very large wolf, he was just as agile as his smaller husband and children. Their boys were larger than puppies, but smaller than even Simon’s tiny wolf. And their little girl was so small. Unlike her brothers, one of which was larger and red haired, much like their father, and the other golden and fluffy, like their mother, she was a black little wolf puppy with a lean body.
“Mum!” she looked over to see Laurence, as a man, jogging through the fray. “Hey, sorry about all this.” He said, smiling brightly. “It seems that Rose, Timmy, and Jacob are all decidedly puppies, so then Aubrey, Caleb, and Nick decided to join in, and then my hyper husband wanted to play with them but he’s tired now, so… well, we all got involved.” He said, and she laughed.
“Oh it’s alright, darling. You boys are all having so much fun. And it’s delightful to see so many puppies all over.” She said, chuckling.
Laurence stumbled slightly and she looked down, laughing when she saw Simon skirting past them. “Cheeky!” Laurence called out with a laugh. He saluted his mother before changing and rushing after Simon, who took off running.
She just laughed. “Well, they’re all in rare form today!” she said, only to coo as her grandson flopped into her ankles. “Oh, come here, darling.” She said, picking the puppy up gently. She held him, smiling when he licked her hand tentatively. “Aww, so beautiful.” She said, stroking his fur back.
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Laurence chased Simon until he slid across the tiles of the kitchen and flopped into a pile, where Laurence pinned him, licking all over him in retaliation. Simon wiggled and yelped, failing at getting up, as Laurence triumphantly licked him.
“Kinky.” A slightly higher, juvenile male voice giggled out.
Bob turned so fast his neck cracked. “Hey, why would you even think that word?!” he asked, gaping at Jamie, who snorted.
Emily laughed. “Dude, it is! They’re… puppy making out.” She joked, and Jamie laughed with her.
Ray shook his head in horror. “Emily!” he cried, and she laughed.
Jamie snorted. “What?! My brother was already sleeping with her brother by the time he was our age, we can’t say ‘kinky’?” he asked, and Emily snickered.
“How do you know we’re not getting it on with someone from the pack?” she asked, and then she and Jamie cracked up.
Ray just whimpered. “Never. Never ever in my life will you EVER sleep with ANYBODY until you’re married… and thirty!” he said pointedly.
Jamie made a face. “Ew, he’s right you can never even make out with dudes, Em. That’s icky.” He said, and she crossed her arms.
“You have totally already kissed a girl!” she said and he blushed.
Bob snorted. “Oh yeah?” he asked and Jamie blushed. “Who?” he asked.
Emily smirked. “The long haired girl in our training class we had with Aunt Lucy not long ago.” She said.
Jamie glared. “HIS name is Anthony.” He said, flushing. “And he just kissed me! I didn’t even get any warning it was all ‘hey Jamie’ and he kissed me!” he squeaked.
Patrick came trotting in with Rose chasing him and snapping at his tail. Patrick changed back, quickly stopping Rose from biting his ankle. “Come here baby.” He said, scooping her up. “Laurence, what on earth are you doing?” he asked and Laurence looked up from where he had Simon pinned down, licking him.
“Your son said they’re being ‘kinky’.” Bob said, and Jamie groaned.
Patrick just snickered. “Well I can see it.” He said, tilting his head to the side.
Emily giggled. “So anyways, Anthony?! I thought that was a girl with the long hair!” she said, giggling until Jamie shoved her off her seat.
Patrick sat Rose down and let her run back out to where he heard her dad’s heavy stride running around. “Who’s Anthony?” he asked, and Jamie groaned. Emily smirked and Patrick blinked. “Oh God, not again.” He whined, and Jamie’s head popped up.
“NO!” he cried, flushing. “He just… we were training and he goes ‘hey Jamie!’ and just… KISSED ME!” he squeaked.
Patrick narrowed his eyes. “Swear?” He asked, and Jamie nodded.
“I don’t even KNOW him!” he defended.
“Just know, I will lock you up until you’re thirty.” Patrick said. “I’m tired of my kids being animals. You are not going to be like your brother or your sisters.” He said pointedly. “Especially not Casey.” He said, then snorted. “Ah who am I kidding? You’re Pete’s kid, you’ll never be normal.” He said, sighing sadly.
Bob laughed. “You picked him to be the father of your children. I did a better job, I think.” He said, smiling at Ray, who leaned over and kissed his cheek.
“Oh yeah, all your kids turned out just like Ray- they like ‘em young!” he said, and Ray gaped.
Bob just blinked, then laughed. “Oh my God, Ray that’s true.” He said, smiling at him. “Aww, I like you being older.” He comforted, kissing him softly. “The hot, experienced, older guy.” He said, smiling. “But it’s true, Jordon is younger than Sophie by a few years, Tristan dates younger women, and Casey’s five years younger than Davey.” He said, snickering. “Emily, you’re doomed.” He said, and she just rolled her eyes.
Jamie snorted. “No way am I doing naughty things with someone at my age now. No way.” He said, shaking his head.
Patrick nodded. “Yes. Do that. Be like me! I was married before I ‘did things’ with anybody.” He said and Jamie and Emily both made faces.
“Patrick, Casey is missing a small child, have you seen one?” Pete asked, walking in.
Patrick smiled. “I just let her go to her daddy. He was running around. They’re probably hiding from Casey.” He said.
They looked up and smiled as Simon chased Laurence down the hall. Pete just snickered. “Those two are so cute.” He said, and Patrick nodded.
“They’re like having more children in the house.” He joked, smiling.
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Laurence moaned softly, smiling up at Simon. Simon’s eyes were shut and his mouth open as he leaned forward and planted his hands on Laurence’s chest, panting as he rocked down, impaling himself on Laurence’s cock. Laurence slid his hands and down Simon’s thighs, groaning when Simon dug his nails into his chest. “Fuck.” He panted, planting his feet to thrust up into Simon.
Simon moaned, arching his back. “Laurence, yes!” he panted, sliding his hand down to clasp his erection. Laurence moaned as he grabbed Simon’s hips and thrust up into him. Simon whimpered, gasping as Laurence’s thrust hit just perfectly. “Yes, there, right there.” He said desperately, moaning when Laurence thrust harder and faster. “Laurence!” he panted.
Laurence moaned. “Love you.” Simon groaned and arched his back. Laurence moaned as he watched Simon cry out as his orgasm overcame him. Laurence grunted as Simon constricted around him, panting as he watched Simon’s face contorted with pleasure. He slowed his thrusts as Simon came down from his orgasm. He lifted his hand to cup Simon’s face as Simon relaxed, panting. “So beautiful.” He moaned.
Simon smiled tiredly and leaned down, kissing him despite the cum cooling between them. “In me.” He mumbled tiredly, and Laurence nodded, holding Simon against his body as he thrust up into him, hips leaving the bed as his leg muscles strained to push deeper into Simon’s body. Simon whimpered and moaned, body still sensitive from orgasm. He clenched his hand in Laurence’s hair, kissing Laurence’s throat.
Laurence groaned. His hand tightened in Simon’s hair and on his back as he came, filling Simon. Simon hummed, biting his throat gently, not even enough to bruise. They lay together as they recovered from their orgasms, Laurence cradling Simon against his body. Laurence stroked his fingers through Simon’s hair with the hand cupping the back of his head and stroked his back in slow, long motions. Simon lay nestled into Laurence’s throat, hands splayed on his sides.
Simon broke the silence. “I love you.” He said softly, kissing Laurence’s collar bone.
Laurence smiled and shifted so he could look down at Simon, who lifted his head to look at him. “I love you more.” He said, kissing his nose, which earned a grin.
Simon smiled. “We’re disgusting, but I don’t want to move.” He said, nuzzling into Laurence’s chest.
Laurence snickered. “How about if you get up and let me get the towel to clean off with, I’ll hold you the exact same way all night?” he offered, and Simon nodded.
“Assuming Timmy doesn’t have another nightmare.” He said, and Laurence chuckled.
“I know, poor boy. I wish I could find out what’s scaring him and stop it.” He said, then kissed him softly. “Up, darling.” He said, and Simon whined, but got up cringing at how sticky his belly was.
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Laurence woke up to the door opening and tiny feet pattering across the floor. “Daddy!” Laurence grunted, turning his head. He sat up slightly, frowning when he noticed Simon wasn’t in bed and the clock said it was earlier than breakfast. “Daddy!”
Laurence looked down and saw Tim standing beside the bed. He smiled. “Good morning, darling.” He said, reaching out to ruffle his bed head.
“No, daddy!” he said, grabbing Laurence’s hand. “Daddy, mummy’s sick!” he said and Laurence frowned.
“Mummy’s sick?” he asked.
Tim nodded and tugged on his father’s hand. “Come fast, daddy, come fast!” he said, pulling on him until he fell onto his bottom, then stood up. “DADDY!” he cried.
Laurence sat up. “Hold on, Tim.” He said, grabbing his pajamas off the floor. He pulled them on under the covers and then slid out of bed. “Where’s mummy at?” he asked, lifting the toddler from the floor.
“My room.” He said, then slapped his dad’s chest. “FASTER DADDY!” he cried. “Mummy is sick!” he said loudly.
Laurence frowned but hurried to the boys’ room. Jacob was still in his bed asleep when he walked in. He gasped and put Tim down as he rushed to Simon’s side. “Simon?!” he cried, falling down beside him. Simon was sitting on the floor beside Tim’s crib, hunched over taking ragged breaths and shaking violently. “Simon, are you alright?” he asked, touching his side.
Simon looked up with pale skin, wide, frightened eyes, and shaking lips. “Laurence- Laurence I don’t know what- what’s wrong.” He gasped out, face screwing up as his shaking arm gave out and he fell all the way to the floor.
Laurence scooped him up. “Simon, Simon what hurts?” he asked, cupping his face, frowning when he felt his skin. “You’re cold.” He said, quickly pulling him close to try and warm him.
“Everything.” He said, body convulsing. “Eugh!” He cried out as he curled up, stomach clenching. “Laurence!” he gasped, body racked with pain.
“Mummy?”
Laurence looked up and saw Timmy staring with wide eyes. “Timmy, go get Penelope, right next door.” He said, and Timmy nodded, running. “Simon, it’s alright darling.” He said, holding him close. He carefully lifted Simon. “I’m just going to carry you on out.” He said, holding Simon close. He walked out just as Penelope was running over. She quickly stopped beside him.
“Simon? Simon are you okay?” she asked and he just let out a strangled sound, eyes still clenched shut.
“He’s in a lot of pain.” Laurence said. “I’m going to put him in bed.” He said quickly, rushing to their room. He lay him down, then looked over to see Timmy running in.
“MUMMY?!” he cried, seeing Simon shaking. “Mummy okay?” he asked, crying as he looked up onto the bed, barely able to see over to see his mother.
Simon opened his eyes and struggled to turn his head. “I- I’m alright baby.” He said, voice strained and gasping. “Laurence get him.” He said and Laurence rushed over to pick Timmy up. “Give me.” Simon gasped, reaching weakly. Laurence sat him down on the bed. Timmy crawled to Simon, reaching out to touch his mother’s face.
“Mummy, don’t cry.” He said, sniffling as he saw his mother’s face.
Simon weakly put his hand on Tim’s back, pulling him down to kiss him. “Mummy’s okay, alright?” he said, and Timmy nodded, crying still. He raised a little fist to wipe at his eyes. “Shh, it’s okay, Mummy’s fine.” Simon said, then touched his messy hair, smiling painfully as he looked into his big, blue eyes. “Daddy’s going to take you downstairs to see Grandmum, okay?” he said, and Tim nodded. “I love you, Timmy.” He said, biting his lip. “It’s okay.” He said, and Timmy nodded.
“Love Mummy.” He said, kissing Simon’s cheek.
Laurence knew something was terribly wrong by the way Simon was behaving. “Come on, Tim.” He said, picking him up. He looked at Simon, who was crying. “I’ll be right back, Simon.” He said, and Simon nodded.
As soon as Laurence and Timothy were gone and the door shut, Simon let out a small wail, curled up into a ball. He was sobbing and making sounds of pain. Penelope kneeled beside him. “Simon? Simon what’s wrong?” she asked and he tried to speak but couldn’t. She looked at him. “Your stomach?” she asked and he nodded. She bit her lip. “Simon… are you miscarrying?” she asked softly and he shook his head.
“Not-“ he clenched his eyes shut. “Not pregnant.” He gasped out, only to whine with pain again. “Owwy, it hurts!” he cried out, sobbing. Penelope just stroked his back, comforting him as best she could.
Soon the door opened and Laurence was rushing over. “Simon?” he said, worriedly. He quickly climbed onto the bed and pulled Simon into his arms, looking up at Bob, who was following him. “Simon, darling, are you alright?” he asked, looking at him.
Simon just pressed his face into Laurence’s still-bare chest and let out a muffled cry of pain, nails scraping painfully down his arm. Bob looked at him and rushed over. “Simon?” he asked, sitting down. “Simon are you hurt?” he asked.
Simon grated out a few words. “Stomach. Head. Cold.”
Bob grabbed his face and looked into his eyes. “Fuck, your eyes are dilated abnormally. And your stomach? It could be anything. Possibly even internal bleed-” He froze, then looked up. “Simon, are you miscarrying?” he asked gently, and Penelope saved him answering.
“No, he says he’s not pregnant.” She said.
Simon grunted as he turned to try and look up. “No. I- I felt funny before dinner- UHHH!” he clutched his middle in pain. “But- I was- okay… Tim was awake so- ow ow ow ow ow.” He whined. “I went-“
Laurence shushed him. “Timmy said Simon collapsed beside his bed.” He said, cradling his husband.
“OH God,” Simon groaned, then rolled over quickly before vomiting over the side of the bed violently. Laurence quickly held his waist to keep him from falling all the way over. Laurence held his, only to gasp when Simon lifted his head and looked back at him. “L-Laurence!” he gasped fearfully and Laurence’s eyes widened in horror as he saw blood on Simon’s lips and chin.
“Simon!” he cried, lifting him into his arms to lay him back on his back. He looked over to make sure and felt his heart skip a beat at the shocking amount of blood in Simon’s vomit. “Bob!” he cried, and Bob just stared in horror.
Penelope rushed from the room. “Call Aunt Lena!” she shouted as she raced down the halls.
Laurence barely contained his panic as Simon blinked up at him, crying, writhing in pain, and looking completely terrified. “Laurence, what’s happening to me?” he squeaked out shakily. “Wh-what’s wrong?” he sobbed.
Laurence shook his head. “I don’t know, love,” he said, biting his lip as his eyes stung. “Shh, love. You’ll be okay. It’ll be okay, I’m sure,” he said, leaning down to tuck his face into Simon’s hair. “I know you’ll be alright, darling. You’re going to be just fine. Not a worry, dear.” Laurence just kept muttering reassurances as he rocked Simon, tears slipping from his horror-stricken eyes.
Bob just stood up, watching Laurence fighting panic. “I’ll be right back, Simon,” he said, and Simon barely noticed as he left.
Bob rushed down the hall to Casey and Davey’s room, only to glance in to make sure Jacob was alright. He nodded as he saw him sleeping then went on to knock on Davey and Casey’s door. Davey opened the door, blinking tiredly. “Dad?” he grumbled.
“Davey, I think we’re going to need your help maybe,” he said, shaking his head. “Simon is very sick,” he said gravely.
Davey frowned. “What? What’s wrong?” he asked, ruffling his hair as he tried to wake up more.
Bob cringed. “I don’t know but it’s bad. He said he felt funny at dinner but just went to bed, but then according to Laurence, Timmy came running in this morning screaming that something was wrong with mommy and Laurence went in and Simon had collapsed in pain in Timmy’s room,” he shook his head. “He’s in terrible pain. He says his stomach hurts, his head hurts, and he’s cold, and just now he vomited blood all over the floor,” he said, and Davey looked horrified.
“Is he going to be alright?!” he asked, and Bob cringed.
“No way to know. Penelope ran downstairs to get someone to call Lena. We’ll find out soon.”
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Laurence sat on the edge of the bed, staring stonily as Simon lay still and unmoving in the middle of their bed. He felt numb as he held his husband’s small, cool hand in his.
“How is he?” Casey asked as he walked in.
Laurence sniffed and lifted his head. “According to Lena and Aunt Lucy, he’s got some… infection? Disease? They think it’s one that only affects Adels, so I wouldn’t come too close if I were you,” he said, and Casey backed away slightly. “He- He’s not asleep,” he said weakly.
“Unconscious?” Casey asked, frowning in concern.
Laurence nodded. “Hasn’t woken up today. I tried to wake him to have some water this morning but he wouldn’t. He’s… he’s cold and- and he’s ill. He’s so ill,” he said softly, reaching out to stroke Simon’s bangs from his face. “Oh darling,” he whispered weakly, holding his face in one hand.
Casey just cringed, remembering how terrifying it was to see your husband unconscious with the possibility of not waking up. “He’ll be fine, Laurence. I know it,” he said.
Laurence just nodded, offering a weak smile. “Of course he will.” He kissed Simon’s cheek, smiling sadly. “Won’t you, darling?”
Casey just sighed, standing up. “I’ll be back later.”
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Casey groaned, trying to get Timmy to go to sleep. He was pitching a little fit wanting his parents and nobody knew what to do about it. “Listen, Timmy, Mommy’s sick and if you go up there you might make it worse! He’ll be okay, but for now you need to just wait-“
“I WANT MUMMY!!” he screamed, kicking and bawling. “DADDY!!! I want Daddy!”
Davey sighed, picking up the kicking, screaming child. “Hey, hey!” he said, looking at him. “Timmy, look at me,” he said, shushing him. “Hey, daddy’s taking care of mommy,” he said, and Timmy just screeched, kicking. “Hey, don’t do that, kid!”
Patrick sighed and walked over, standing beside Davey. “Timmy,” he said sternly. Timmy shushed and looked at him curiously. “You’re being bad,” he said, and Timmy just pouted, bit alligator tears slipping down his cheeks.
“I want mummy,” he whimpered miserably. “I want mummy, I want mummy, I want mummy, I want mummy-“
“Timmy,” Patrick snapped. Timmy just slumped, pouting at him.
Davey smiled. “Aww, it’s okay, buddy,” he said, cuddling the baby as Patrick reached up to pet his straight black hair. “Shhh, your mommy will be okay,” he soothed.
Timmy just whimpered. “Want my mummy.” Patrick smiled sadly and held out his hands. Davey shifted, handing the child to Patrick, who cuddled him.
“Come here, baby,” he said, kissing his head sweetly.
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Simon laid tossing and turning, still unconscious, but making pained sounds. Laurence sat by him all night as Aunt Lucy monitored him. Rather than freezing, he was burning up, so she was sitting opposite Laurence with a cold cloth to dab at his forehead. “Mrs. Lucy-“
“Call me Aunt Lucy dear, everybody does,” she said, and he smiled before clearing his throat.
“How… how does it look? Honestly?” he asked, and she sighed.
“Well dear, we’re trying,” she said, and he nodded, feeling his throat tighten. “We can’t find out what’s wrong. We can heal most anything if I can find out what it is,” she said.
He looked up, tears in his eyes. “I can feel him slipping,” he whispered weakly. He ducked his head, shoulders tensing. “I- I can feel him slowly slipping away from me and it’s torture.”
Aunt Lucy sighed. “I don’t know what it is about these Adels, but they always seem to find the most devoted husbands,” she joked, earning a small laugh.
“I’ve noticed,” he agreed. “We’ve only been married such a short time. We’ve- we’ve got all these plans,” he whispered. “We’re talking about maybe trying for another baby. And- and we’ve been discussing Christmas because it’s coming up soon. And- and our anniversary. Timmy’s birthday… so many things we’ve been planning for… and all the while I never-“ He let his head fall down. “I never even considered I may be alone.” He let out a shuddery breath. “Timothy needs his mother, Aunt Lucy. He’s too young to lose his mum. I don’t- I don’t even know if he could understand why mummy was going away-“
“Laurence,” she spoke softly, laying a comforting hand on top of the one he had resting on Simon’s hand. “I’m doing my best to keep that from happening. I just need you to be strong for me, okay?” she said, and he nodded, sitting straight as he wiped at his cheeks. “We’ll have him right as rain as soon as we can, Laurence. Just hang in there.”
Laurence nodded, smiling. “I can only imagine what it will feel like when we’ve been married as long as Ray and Bob,” he mentioned, chuckling. “It already feels like I can’t breathe when I look at him so ill like this.” He looked up. “I can only imagine, if this is what it feels like after less than ten years even knowing him, what it will be like when we’ve been married nearly fifty like they have.” He smiled lovingly at Simon. “Doesn’t that sound lovely, darling?” he asked softly, reaching out to stroke Simon’s hair from his face.
She chuckled. “It will be wonderful, I’m sure,” she said.
Laurence nodded. “We’ve been together such a relatively short time for our life spans, but it feels like forever in that I can’t imagine what I would do were I to try and go about daily business
Aunt Lucy smiled. “Well, Adels are strong little things, you know? He won’t give up without a fight,” she said, earning a smile.
“Simon’s a brave little bugger, so I know he won’t,” he said, kissing Simon’s hand. “You’re too hard headed to let this sickness get you, aren’t you, darling,” he said, smiling hopefully.
“Well I’m going to go do some more research with the others. I’ll be back later.” She kissed Laurence’s cheek when she walked around the bed. “Come downstairs and get some sleep,” she said.
Laurence shook his head. “I’ll just kip on the foot of the bed, here. I don’t want to accidently squish him so I dare not get in the bed with him, but I don’t feel like going down to sleep on a couch at the moment, you know?”
She smiled sweetly. “I understand.”
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After a few days of unconsciousness, Simon was still not showing signs of waking up. Timmy, however, was becoming impossible to handle in his demands for his mother. Laurence finally had to take him and sit down to try and explain to the small child that his mother was ill. He couldn’t help but think Timmy couldn’t even really understand.
“Timmy, mummy’s still sick, you know?” he started, holding the child in his lap.
“But I want mummy to play with me!” Timmy whined, pouting pointedly. “Why mummy not play?”
Laurence sighed. “Mummy’s very ill, dear,” he said, stroking his fingers through Timmy’s dark hair. “He’s very ill and he can’t play right now.”
“Play tomorrow?” Timmy asked, and Laurence smiled sadly.
“I’m afraid not, love,” he said, kissing his head. “You see… mummy’s sleeping a lot, right? He’s been sleeping for a few days and he’s still very ill. Hopefully, he’ll be better soon, but your mum’s still pretty not well.”
Timmy frowned. “Will mummy be better soon?” he asked.
Laurence swallowed thickly and smiled. “I hope so, love. I hope he’ll be well very soon. But for now, can you please stop being a bad boy?” he asked and Timmy nodded silently. “Promise daddy you’ll be a good boy?”
“Promise,” he grumbled, and Laurence bit back a laugh at how unhappy Timmy looked as he said it.
“You are your mother’s child, my boy,” he chuckled, kissing his head. “Do you want to go play with the other children now?” he asked, and Timmy nodded, only to stop as he climbed down from Laurence’s lap.
He looked back up. “Daddy?” Laurence looked down at him questioningly. “Daddy, can I see mummy soon?” he asked softly.
Laurence bit his lip. “If you can be very quiet and very careful, I’ll take you to see mummy after lunch, how’s that?” he asked, and Timmy smiled and nodded, running off to play with Rose and the other boys.
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Timmy was quiet as he sat on the bed beside Simon, who was once again not moving at all, not even to shift uncomfortably as he did when he had a fever. “Why don’t mummy wake up?” he asked, and Laurence bit his lip.
“We don’t… know,” he admitted.
Timmy looked up with wide eyes. “Mummy will wake up, right daddy?” he asked, and Laurence nodded.
“Of course he will. Not to worry,” he comforted, though he secretly hoped he was right.
Timmy reached a tiny hand out and grabbed Simon’s larger hand. “Mummy?” he tried, and Laurence felt his eyes watering at the look on Timmy’s face. Timmy crawled up beside his face and Laurence felt himself choking up as Timmy leaned down and kissed Simon’s face. “Love you, mummy,” he said in a small voice.
Laurence just put a hand over his mouth, hoping more than anything that he didn’t actually break down crying in front of his already worried son.
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“Fuck, I’m sick of this,” Bob suddenly snapped, shoving a line of books onto the floor. Everybody looked up in surprise, only to see him sigh. “Simon’s dying, damn it. Why can’t we find out what’s wrong?” he groaned, leaning down to pick up the books he knocked off the table.
Ray walked over and knelt down to help. “We’ll find out what it is, Bobby, I’m sure,” he said, earning a small smile. “Come on, every one of you Adels has nearly died, are you really shocked by this?” he asked, and Bob chuckled sadly.
“Yeah, but I nearly died during childbirth, Patrick nearly died in childbirth and from an attack. Casey technically never ‘nearly died’, he was just in a scary place for a bit there. And Simon is sick with some unknown disease nobody can name!” he said. “It’s not the same, Ray.”
Gerard groaned. “Have we called his parents? Maybe there’s some genetic thing or…” he trailed off as Bob shook his head.
“We called his parents and they contacted their leader and nobody knows anything.”
Gerard suddenly looked up. “What about that thing with the werewolf girl who had Lyme disease?” he asked. “Sure, it was months ago, but he was bitten by her several times.”
Bob hummed. “I haven’t thought about it, but it was months ago. It doesn’t make sense he’d be getting sick now if she had something, does it?” he asked.
Ray shrugged. “It’s still an unresearched lead. We should call Lena,” he suggested, and Bob nodded.
“Yeah, we can do that,” he said, standing to go get his phone.
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Patrick was carrying Jacob when he suddenly swayed into the refrigerator. “Oh fuck,” he groaned, scrabbling to grab the counter top and stay standing. He quickly let Jacob slide down to the floor before his vision swam again and he failed to keep his balance. “Pete!” he cried as he slipped and landed hard on his hands and knees, barely missing Jacob.
“Mommy?!” Jacob cried, eyes widening at the sight of Patrick struggling to stay upright.
“Jacob, go get daddy,” he gasped out, eyes screwing shut as pain suddenly wracked his body, causing him to slide completely to the floor.
Jacob ran out of the kitchen. “DADDY!” he cried shrilly, rushing down the hall to where his parents had been talking with the other adults before he’d asked his mother to get him a snack. “DADDY!” he cried, rushing through the doors.
“What is it, Jake?” Pete asked, turning an annoyed face on him, as he was speaking with Gerard about certain old magic books that might have a cure for Simon’s unknown illness.
“Daddy, mommy fell down!” he cried, and Pete turned back quickly.
“What? Is he okay?” he asked.
Jacob shook his head vigorously. “No he fell down!” he reiterated. “Mommy was gonna get me some juice but he just fell down!”
Pete looked up at Gerard, who looked horrified, and they both turned and ran out. Mikey quickly walked over and grabbed Jacob before he ran out after them. “Come on, let’s go tell Uncle Bob,” Mikey said, and Jacob nodded.
Author: heartsdesire456
Rating: up to NC-17
POV: 3rd
Pairing: multiple
Summary:This is the (not sure which number) latest installment of the Adel!verse. It continues where the last one left off. If you haven't read them, holy shit it's a long read with some REALLY bad writing in the older parts, BUT they sort of are required unless you're good at just making up a backstory to explain things. They are a lot to read, but this is the last installment (and the most relevent to this storyline), so you MAY could follow with just reading this one HERE
Author's Note:MPREG ALERT!!! This is an MPREG (As are ALL of the Adel!fics... its sorta how it goes) This is mainly for Abigail, since NOBODY else reads these fics really.
Simon chased the little ones through the house. Between Jacob being four, Rose being two and Timmy being two, someone had to keep up with all the tiny werewolves when they were in wolf form. Jacob was beginning to be able to control it but Rose and Timmy were just becoming adept at running around as humans so they were spontaneously changing all the time.
Casey liked to play with them sometimes, as did the other werewolves in the house, but Simon was just as hyperactive as the children. Simon skidded across the floor as he turned a corner, only to slam into legs. Laurence nearly fell over, only staying steady due to how small Simon’s wolf was. “Oi, watch it!” he said, and all three pups stopped and turned back.
Davey looked up from his spot heading down the hall in the opposite direction. “You okay?” he asked.
Laurence nodded. “Simon, you’re a bit larger than them,” he said, and Simon just let out a huffing sound and then turned and raised his tail, wagging it as he walked away. Laurence snorted. “Cheeky.” He said, shaking his head fondly.
Davey smiled. “I swear, he’s so hyper,” he said, laughing as Simon pounced on Rose, licking her obnoxiously, only to yelp as Jacob bit down on his tail, growling as he gnawed on it.
“He’s always been this way.” Laurence said, smiling.
“Eww!” They turned back and saw Jacob had sporadically turned back mid chomp on Simon’s tail. “Icky, furrr!” he whined, picking it out of his mouth.
Simon stood up and Rose turned as well. Davey smiled. “Guess its baby time again.” He said, smiling when the little dark haired girl turned.
“DADDY!” she cried, running towards him as fast as her little toddler legs would carry her. Davey smiled and picked her up, pretending to throw her as she squealed then cuddled into him when he pulled her to his chest. “Wuv daddy.” She cooed and Laurence beamed, watching Davey melt as he gazed down at his little girl.
Laurence turned back and saw Simon looking at Timmy, waiting for him to change. “You not ready to be a little boy again yet, eh buddy?” Laurence asked, kneeling down. Timmy yipped and growled as he attacked Laurence’s shirt sleeve. “Hey, none of that.” Laurence said, petting the boy’s scruffy little head. “Hey Simon, wanna take him out to the forest? It’s fairly late, nobody will bother us.” He said, and Simon yipped, sitting up to lick Laurence’s jaw. “Hey, that tickles when you do that.” He said, shoving at him gently.
“Davey, tell everybody we took Timmy out to let him run about in the forest.” He said, and Davey nodded.
“Can do.” He said, and Laurence turned, dwarfing his husband entirely.
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Laurence enjoyed the feeling of running with his husband and son through the forest. They got to the old abandoned trail and let Timmy run ahead of them, setting their pace. Timmy yelped as he found a small stream and neither parent’s warning huffs stopped him from splashing about in the shallow and narrow stream of water. Simon just let out a huff, watching the puppy rolling around in the water, sure to be covered in mud when they headed home.
Laurence just let out an amused sound and sat down, watching happily as his son splashed about in the water. Simon walked over and rubbed against him, nuzzling his jaw and neck and licking his snout. Laurence pressed his nose against Simon’s head, licking at his jaw to return the affectionate gesture. Simon just grumbled and lay down with his paws beneath his head. Laurence yipped, then swatted at Simon until he jumped up and nipped at Laurence’s ear, earning a yelp. Laurence tackled Simon, who yelped in amusement, only to struggle playfully as Laurence stood over him, licking his throat teasingly.
Simon nipped at Laurence’s foreleg, earning a swat to the shoulder. He looked up and Laurence looked amused. He laid down, pinning Simon down. Simon squirmed around until he was on his side with Laurence’s weight pinning him down. He wuffed at Laurence, who just licked his muzzle and tucked his head into Simon’s neck, using him effectively, as a pillow. Simon just let out a small grumble and closed his eyes, letting Laurence’s warm body keep him comfortable.
Simon didn’t need to hear a voice to know Laurence was saying ‘I love you’. They lay curled up together until a sudden yelp of alarm had both of their heads raised immediately. Timmy was soaking wet and clearly frightened as he ran back to them. Laurence stood up and Timmy ran underneath him, cowering fearfully between Laurence’s front paws as Simon stood as well.
A man with a smaller wolf at his side appeared through the trees across the stream. Timmy was whimpering and cowering, looking fearful while Laurence rose to his fullest, trying to appear even larger. Simon just ducked his head menacingly, standing beside Laurence, pressed close to his baby. The man looked shocked when the wolf beside him growled, heckles rising. Laurence could scent that it was a female werewolf, but he had no time to think before she released a hungry howl.
Timmy let out fearful yelps and shot from under Laurence, running to the left, towards the path, quickly. “MARIA, NO!” The man cried, but the wolf, which looked very ragged, shot off after the puppy.
Laurence didn’t have time to react before Simon had shot after them, quickly pouncing on the female wolf, who had cornered Timmy. Laurence growled at the man menacingly as he approached. “No, wait!” the man tried, looking past them. “You have to stop her, she doesn’t mean to hurt anyone, you have to believe me!” he said, and Laurence growled, only to hear pained yelps and then a tiny growling sound as Timmy was cornered. He saw Simon lying in a heap, whining. Laurence bolted after the female, who had just snapped at Timmy when he collided with her, sending her sprawling.
“DON’T HURT HER!” The man cried, running for them. Laurence bit into the werewolf’s leg and slung her aside, running back to Timmy, who was curled in a frightened ball, backed up against a corner between a tree and a rock. “Maria!” He man ran over to the wolf, who was struggling to get up. Laurence yipped at Simon who was still whining where he lay. Laurence didn’t want to leave Timmy to go over to Simon, so he stayed put, growling at the man and werewolf. Timmy was whimpering with his tail tucked between his legs and his head low. He crawled slowly until he was against his father’s leg.
Simon managed to stand and rushed as best he could, still shaking, to stand with Laurence, blocking Timmy, who pressed into his fur, whimpering.
The man was checking the female werewolf over, talking to her. “You- you have to help us. Please. She didn’t mean it. She’s very sick.” The man said, looking over at them.
Laurence watched for a while before nudging Simon, who nodded, understanding what he wanted. Simon fished Timmy out from under Laurence, despite his fearful whimpers, and grabbed him by the scruff of his neck. Laurence watched as Simon ran away, carrying Timmy in his jaws. As soon as they were gone and at the border to the neighborhood where they lived, Simon howled, letting Laurence know they were going to be safe.
Laurence transformed and walked over. “I’m sorry I had to do that, but she was after my child.” He said, and the man shook his head.
“I understand, but please, please help us!” he said quickly.
Laurence nodded. “What’s wrong with her?” He asked.
The man just shrugged. “I have no clue.” He said, shaking his head.
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Laurence and the man carried the unconscious wolf back to the house. Simon was waiting with Timmy, who was once again a little boy, sitting on his hip. “Laurence!” he cried, relieved. “God, are you alright?” he asked, then looked. “What the hell is she doing here.” He said, holding his child tightly.
“Mean!” Timmy said, pointing. “MEAN!” he screeched, hiding his face in Simon’s neck.
“Darling, take Timmy and go get Gerard or Bob or someone.” Laurence said. They carried her down the hall to the medical room and took her inside. “Okay, who are you and why did this woman try to harm my son?” Laurence asked.
“My name is Maxwell Carlisle and this is my baby sister, Maria.” He said, petting the wolf’s furry head as she kicked some. “She started behaving strangely a few days ago so I took her and hid in the forest with her. She was ill a few months ago, but she got better only randomly this week she lost her mind.” He said worriedly. “She’s only fifteen.” He said softly, stroking her fur. “She needs help.” He said softly. “I was trying to hide her in the woods.” He bit his lip. “She’s adopted so I’m not a werewolf, and I couldn’t let her go hurting people.” He said.
Laurence nodded. “Well, someone will be here soon, I hate to leave you here, but my husband was hit really hard, so I’ll be back.” He said, then walked out, only to nod as Bob and Ray went into the room with them.
Laurence jogged to the kitchen, noticing Simon was sitting on the counter while Timmy ate a cookie, letting Gerard press against his ribs as he watched Timmy. “Simon, are you okay?” he asked, walking over.
Simon cringed. “Possibly a broken rib.” He said, pouting.
Laurence cringed, but leaned in to peck his lips. “I’m sorry, darling.” He said.
Simon shrugged. “What is she doing here? She tried to hurt Timmy!” he said, somewhat annoyed.
“She’s sick, the man says. She’s his fifteen year old sister who is ill.” He said. Laurence walked over and knelt down beside Timmy, who was sitting at the table with a cookie and milk in a sippy cup. “How are you, dear?” he asked, stroking the baby’s dark hair.
“Cookie?” he mumbled, holding the cookie up to Laurence, who smiled and kissed his forehead.
“No, Timmy, I don’t want any.” He said. “Did you get hurt?” he asked and Timmy nodded, bottom lip poking out. He held up his leg and Laurence snickered when he saw the little scratch on his knee.
“Owwy.” He said, with wide blue eyes. Laurence smiled. Even though he had his father’s blue eyes, he looked every bit like Simon with his plush lips and button nose. And Laurence’s eyes weren’t nearly as big as his husband and son’s eyes.
“Oh let daddy look at it.” He said, leaning down to kiss his cut. “Better?” he asked, and Timmy beamed, once again looking like Simon.
“Better, daddy!” he said, and Laurence smiled lovingly at his son.
“I love you, Timmy.” Laurence said, kissing the top of his head. “I’m so glad you’re alright.” He said, rubbing his hand down his tiny back.
“You okay?” Timmy asked, looking up at Laurence with wide eyes and Laurence smiled.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I was just worried about you.” He said, and Timmy looked around. “Looking for something?” he asked.
“Mummy?” Timmy asked, looking around. His eyes got wide when he didn’t see Simon. “Daddy, where mummy?” he asked and Laurence smiled.
“Mummy’s right over there,” he said pointing. “But if you finish up with your cookie, you and Mummy can go play.” He said, and Timmy turned and started eating faster. “Aw, slow down, son, you’ll get a tummy ache.” He said, kissing Timmy, who slowed down. He stood up and walked back to Simon. “I’m going to go back and see what’s wrong with the girl.” He said, and Simon nodded, smiling over at Timmy, who was kicking his feet as he finished his milk.
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Bob came into the kitchen. “Apparently the girl has Lyme disease.” He said, and Laurence raised an eyebrow. “It can cause pretty severe psychosis in werewolves. We’re sending her to Lena’s so they can take better care of her.” He said, and Laurence nodded. “Now for the ‘great’ news.” He said, smiling. “Yours and Simon’s parents are flying in tonight.” He said, and Laurence groaned.
Their parents had decided to all take a trip and come visit, which neither Laurence nor Simon were looking forward to. “I hate his mum and dad and his mum and dad hate my mum and dad.” He whined.
Bob just snickered. “My parents hated Ray, too.” He said, snickering. “And Ray’s family was long gone.” He said.
Simon walked in, carrying Timmy. “See, here’s daddy!” he said, and Timmy squealed, holding his arms out. Laurence smiled and took him, holding him up in the air as he kicked and screamed. “He wanted his daddy.” He said, smiling fondly at his family.
“Daddy!” Timmy squealed, clapping when Laurence put him on his hip. “Mummy silly.” He said, and Laurence laughed, as Simon’s jaw dropped.
“I am not!” Simon said, then giggled.
“Is mummy silly, Timmy?” Laurence asked, and Timmy nodded, then giggled. Laurence smiled. “Damn, you two are so alike.” He said, kissing Timmy’s temple before walking over to press a kiss to the top of Simon’s head. “Your laughs match, your smiles match, even though he has my eye color and hair your eyes still are shaped the same and he has thinner hair like yours.” He said, and Simon smiled and stood on tiptoe to kiss Laurence sweetly.
“Ew, mummy, eww!” Timmy squealed, then shoved Simon away, making him gape.
“Hey, don’t push mummy!” he said, frowning.
Laurence just smiled. “Does mummy have germs that daddy could get?” he asked, and Timmy nodded solemnly. Simon just snorted and rolled his eyes. Laurence smiled. “Our parents will be here tonight.” He said and Simon mimed gagging. “Oh hush, I’m no happier than you, but it’ll be good to see our parents and they’ve never met Timmy.” He said, kissing the baby’s cheek.
Simon snorted. “Well, maybe since we’re married my mum will be less bitchy.” He said, smiling. He stood on tiptoe and kissed Timmy, who giggled only to squeal when Laurence and Simon both smirked and started to pretend to eat him.
“NO! NOO!” he squealed, trying to pull away.
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“Simon! You look well!” Laurence and Simon both looked up at each other and made faces before turning back to greet their parents as they entered the library. “Oh… Laurence.” Simon’s mum said shortly. “Well, darling, at least he didn’t run off!” Laurence and Simon both sighed and deflated as Simon’s parents started fussing over him.
“Laurence, son, it’s great to see you.” Mr. Rene said, walking over to shake his son’s hand.
“Hello, dad. Where’s mum?” He asked.
“Ah, she’s going batty over the big entrance in there. She seem more interested in the house than her own son.” He said with a fond smile. “Where’s the little lad then? We didn’t come all this way to let you hide our dear grandson!” he said, catching the attention of the Rowlands.
“Yes, dear, where is the baby?” Mrs. Rowlands said, smiling as she squished her son’s face.
His father nodded. “Yes, as sad as it is the poor thing was born a bastard, doesn’t mean we don’t want to see our grandson.” He said, and Simon and Laurence both stared at him. “Well it’s only the truth innit?” he said, shrugging.
Simon groaned. “Well, dad you’ll be glad to know we’re married now.” He said, walking over to Laurence, who took his hand. “Nearly a year now.” He said.
“Son, you didn’t make an honest lad out of the poor boy until a year after the baby was born?” Mr. Rene asked, shaking his head. “That’s not very gentlemanly of you, son.”
“Oi, we didn’t want to rush into marriage, alright?” Simon asked, indignantly. “God, can we please not fight at least until tomorrow?” he asked and everybody nodded. “Now to clear it up, Laurence asked me to marry him just after Timmy was born and we waited a year to make sure things were going to be alright. We rushed into having a child, we weren’t going to rush into marriage as well.” He said.
Laurence nodded, sliding his hand to Simon’s shoulder. “We love each other very much, we love our son more than life itself, and we are glad with our decisions regardless of the timing.” He said, and Simon nodded. “Now if you’d like, let’s go see Timmy.” He said rationally, and Simon smiled up at him.
“That was rather good, Laurence.” He said, giggling softly as he hugged him around the middle. They walked out, leading their parents, with arms around each other lovingly.
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Simon laughed when he saw Rose in puppy form barking up the stairs, only to gasp as he heard a familiar yelp and Timmy came tumbling down the stairs, hitting every one with a thump.
Laurence started to cry out, only as Timmy landed, he stood and shook himself off before spotting Rose and running to her, wagging his tail. “Simon, which one is yours?” Mrs. Rowlands asked.
“Has to be the clumsy one if it’s Simon’s child.” Mr. Rene said, snickering.
“Oh dear, is it alright?” Mrs. Rene said, rushing over. “Oh hello darling!” she said, hugging her son around his middle, as he was much larger. “Which little dear is yours?” she asked, smiling at both puppies, who suddenly stopped and looked at them all blankly.
“ROSEY? Daddy’s looking for you! Rosey?” They all looked up as a large man stopped at the stairs. “Oh! You must be Simon and Laurence’s parents.” He said, smiling s he headed down. He stopped and picked up one of the dark haired puppies, cluing them in on who was who. “Sorry if Rose is bothering you guys.” He said, petting her.
“Oh, she’s just darling!” Mrs. Rene cried, heading over to pet her. “I’m assuming that means this tiny one is dear Timmy?” she asked, and Simon nodded, smiling. She knelt down and pet him, only he pulled away and ducked fearfully.
“Sorry, he’s shy, especially as a puppy.” Simon said, then changed, walking over. He nudged Timmy, who pawed at him, only to duck between his legs and peek out tentatively.
Laurence smiled. “Come on, Tim, it’s just your Grandparents.” He said, walking over. He knelt down and fished Tim out, kissing Simon’s head as he stood up. “Sorry, he’s spontaneous now so no telling when he’ll change back.” He said, heading over to the grandparents. “This is Timothy Jacob Rene.” He said, smiling.
Mrs. Rene squeaked and stroked his hair back. “Oh he’s darling!” she said, smiling. “How are you, deary?” she asked.
Timothy suddenly changed and Laurence caught him as his new form made him differently proportioned. Simon changed back and headed over. “Timmy.” He looked at the baby, who giggled.
“Mummy!” he cried, reaching out for Simon, who took him with a smile as he transferred him to his hip. “Mummy, Rosey mean!” he said, and Simon snickered as Davey passed with Rosey, who was still a puppy.
“Aw, I’m sorry if she’s mean, Timmy.” Davey said, and then nodded. “Nice to meet you all.” He said, heading upstairs.
“Mummy, Rosey smells icky.” He said, making a face.
Simon snickered. “That’s probably why her daddy was after her. Bath time.” He said. “Now, Timmy, this is your Grandmum and Grandpa.” He said, pointing at his own parents. “And this is your Nan and your other grandpa.” He said, remembering what Laurence’s mother wanted to be called.
“Can Grandmum hold you, Timmy?” Mrs. Rowlands asked, looking wide eyed at the small boy.
He bit his lip and looked at Simon, who smiled and nodded. “Go on, it’s alright.” He said, and Timmy shyly held out his hand. Mrs. Rowlands smiled and took the baby, holding him carefully.
“Oh, you’re a big boy.” She said, and he smiled shyly. “You’re quite the armload.” She said, smiling.
Simon just smiled in relief. He went over and slid into Laurence’s arms, smiling up at him lovingly. “Alright, darling?” Laurence asked, and Simon nodded.
“Love you.” He said, smiling. “I think this might all work out.” He said softly. Laurence just smiled and leaned down to peck his lips.
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“Are you having anymore?” Simon looked up at Mrs. Rene, who was cuddling Timmy, who obviously was enjoying it.
Laurence snickered. “What another little attention whore?” he asked, smiling at how Timmy was soaking up all the attention.
Simon cringed. “I don’t know. I mean, I reckon we’ll have another later on, but I don’t want any soon. NO!” he said, shaking his head.
Casey smiled, as they were all at dinner. “We’re already trying again and you keep trying your hardest to NOT have another anytime soon.” He said.
Simon snorted. “I don’t want to be a baby factory like all you lot! Your mum has five kids, Davey’s dad has four, and you’ve got three already! Why d’ya need any more already?” he asked, snickering.
Davey smiled. “Well, they recommend for Adels to not try after thirty-five and Casey and I aren’t very fertile so it may take a while and we don’t want to risk not conceiving another.” He said. “We want as many as we can.” He said, and Casey nodded.
“I wish I could have six, but I’ll be lucky for one more.” He said, smiling sadly.
Laurence snickered. “Simon’s already told me he wouldn’t mind another in the future, but no more after that. Two only, unless the second time around its twins.” He said. “Besides, I don’t know if I could bear to suffer more than one more pregnancy of Simon’s.” he said, cringing.
Simon laughed. “It wasn’t that bad, darling. Could’ve been worse.” He said, and Laurence nodded.
“I guess, but watching you suffering for eight months then being terrified for nearly a whole day and having my earth nearly shattered was really bad for my health.” He said, and Simon cringed.
“Yeah, mum, I never told you that. Thank you for going through bringing me here.” He said, and she laughed.
“Aw, your first childbirth.” She said, and he cringed. “Is it really that much more painful for Adel’s, you poor thing?” she asked.
Simon bit his lip. “Well, not really. It wasn’t the pain as much as how tired I was. I sat in on Casey’s so I had a fair idea of what to expect and I was prepared. I saw how he dealt with all the pain and yet seemed unfazed as soon as Rose was in his arms, so I was ready. I wanted my baby no matter what pain.” He said, but bit his lip. “Only where his was at most six hours, mine was more like twelve, so after half of it I was exhausted and scared.” He said.
Laurence nodded, sliding his arm around him. “I was too, dear.” He said, cringing. “I was terrified about him. He kept getting so weak and so tired and I was so scared.” He said. “Then when Timmy was born I nearly died right there.” He looked up. “When Tim was born he wasn’t moving or breathing, and he didn’t breath for more than a minute of them working on him. I was so sure my baby was dead.” He said, shuddering. “Dear God, nothing will ever be worse than that feeling. I knew my baby was gone and I nearly died myself. The pain of losing my child was worse than anything I could ever imagine.” He said. “Simon was freaking out, terrified and already exhausted and then the baby wasn’t breathing and it was just… horrible.” He said, looking at his son.
Mrs. Rene gasped, looking at the little boy. “Oh no, he wasn’t breathing?” she asked, and Simon nodded, shaking his head.
“God, I had just spent eight months carrying him inside of me, then twelve hours trying to bring him into the world, and I already loved my child so, so much and then the moment I had longed for since Rose was born, the first cry of my child, never came.” He said, wide eyed. “When Casey had Rose, as soon as she cried out, he was suddenly smiling, and looked so happy, not tired and in pain anymore, and I had waited so long to hear my baby’s first cry and he was quiet and not moving.” He said.
Laurence leaned over and kissed Simon’s hair. “Thank God he was okay.” He said, smiling. He looked at his son. “I have no clue how either of us would have survived losing our baby.” He said. “I wasn’t even the one who had nurtured him with my body for so long and suffered through childbirth, and yet when he wasn’t moving and breathing I felt like everything in my body was just shutting down. It was like I had nothing to live for without my baby and my body was giving up.” He said softly, then bit his lip and stood. “Give him here, mum.” He said softly, walking over to take Timmy from his mother. Simon smiled lovingly as Laurence pulled Tim into his arms and held him, clinging to him tightly.
“Aw, it’s alright, darling. Timmy is fine, you know. It was two years ago.” Simon said, but Laurence just shook his head, walking back with the baby in his arms.
“I love you, Timmy.” He said, kissing Tim as he sat down.
Timmy just giggled. “Love daddy.” He said, laying his head on Laurence’s broad chest as he sat in his lap. Laurence just melted, curling his arms around his son, rocking gently.
Simon smiled at them. Mrs. Rene nudged her husband, who just smiled and nodded, watching.
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Simon and his mother talked for a while before deciding to call it a night. They left the lounge and headed down the hall, only Simon stopped at the open doors of the library. The sight that met him was one that he was used to seeing, but never got tired of.
Laurence was sleeping on the couch with Timmy asleep on his chest. Simon smiled and walked in. He kneeled down beside the couch and smiled. He reached out and gently touched Timmy’s cheek, then turned to Laurence. He reached up and pushed his fingers through Laurence’s hair, smiling when Laurence wiggled some. He leaned down and kissed his cheek, smiling when Laurence turned his head towards him. Simon kissed him softly, smiling when Laurence kissed back, somewhat awake. “Time to go to bed, Laurence.” He said, smiling when beautiful blue eyes fluttered open to look at him.
“Take Timmy for me? I’m so tired I might drop him.” He said. Simon nodded and maneuvered Timmy into his arms. He stood, smiling when Laurence sat up, yawning.
“Come on, to bed with you.” Simon teased, shoving at him. Laurence just stood and smiled, hands on Simon’s shoulders as they walked up the stairs.
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Laurence was already in bed after Simon tucked Timmy in. He smiled, sliding into the bed. He curled over and laid his head on Laurence’s chest, smiling against the soft material of his husband’s shirt. “You alright, darling?” Laurence asked sleepily.
Simon smiled and nodded, lifting his head to see blue eyes peaking out at him between long lashes. “I’m perfectly okay, my love.” He said, kissing his chest. “My mum didn’t try to strangle you once.” He said, and Laurence chuckled, turning slightly towards Simon, so he could wrap his other arm around him as well.
“I think she was too charmed by the product of our DNA to care very much about me.” He said, and Simon sighed.
“He’s so beautiful, isn’t he?” Simon asked, and Laurence nodded, smiling.
“Looks just like you.” Laurence said, smiling. “I swear, if he didn’t have my hair and eye color you’d never know he wasn’t just your clone.” He said. “Mum and son both more gorgeous than words.” He said, smiling as him sleepily.
Simon just kissed him softly, only to stroke a hand down his face. “Sleep.” He said, and Laurence nodded, eyes falling shut as he curled around his husband’s small body, cradling him close.
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Mrs. Rene laughed when she got downstairs. “My goodness is it wolf only day?” she asked, laughing at all the wolves in the house.
Everybody was in the library, halls, and kitchen. The children were, apparently, having a very wolf-ish day, so the parents were joined in. She raised an eyebrow as she walked into the library and saw the younger Adel child playing with the dark haired child of nearly the same age while one of the adult Adel’s watched with his head in the lap of the short vampire with the dark hair.
“Haha, don’t hurt Nick!” the vampire laughed, constantly stroking his husband’s furry head and neck. “Trick, Jacob is going to eat our grandson.” He said, and the Adel lifted his head and let out a small barking nose, stopping the wrestling pair from getting so wild.
She spotted her own son curled up with his little Adel husband and it made her smile. Simon was a very small man with dyed black hair, but he was barely larger than a large blond dog as a wolf. Unlike Simon’s parents, who she knew resented her son somewhat, she loved Simon and was happy that her son had found such a boy to make him happy. She smiled when she watched from the doorway as Laurence lay down with one paw over Simon as he left his snout tucked into the small Adel’s neck.
She laughed, however, when she saw the other young couple playing with their children. Casey and Davey were both clearly very happy parents eager to have ever more children, she had discovered. They were chasing their little ones around through the shelves. Even though Davey was a very large wolf, he was just as agile as his smaller husband and children. Their boys were larger than puppies, but smaller than even Simon’s tiny wolf. And their little girl was so small. Unlike her brothers, one of which was larger and red haired, much like their father, and the other golden and fluffy, like their mother, she was a black little wolf puppy with a lean body.
“Mum!” she looked over to see Laurence, as a man, jogging through the fray. “Hey, sorry about all this.” He said, smiling brightly. “It seems that Rose, Timmy, and Jacob are all decidedly puppies, so then Aubrey, Caleb, and Nick decided to join in, and then my hyper husband wanted to play with them but he’s tired now, so… well, we all got involved.” He said, and she laughed.
“Oh it’s alright, darling. You boys are all having so much fun. And it’s delightful to see so many puppies all over.” She said, chuckling.
Laurence stumbled slightly and she looked down, laughing when she saw Simon skirting past them. “Cheeky!” Laurence called out with a laugh. He saluted his mother before changing and rushing after Simon, who took off running.
She just laughed. “Well, they’re all in rare form today!” she said, only to coo as her grandson flopped into her ankles. “Oh, come here, darling.” She said, picking the puppy up gently. She held him, smiling when he licked her hand tentatively. “Aww, so beautiful.” She said, stroking his fur back.
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Laurence chased Simon until he slid across the tiles of the kitchen and flopped into a pile, where Laurence pinned him, licking all over him in retaliation. Simon wiggled and yelped, failing at getting up, as Laurence triumphantly licked him.
“Kinky.” A slightly higher, juvenile male voice giggled out.
Bob turned so fast his neck cracked. “Hey, why would you even think that word?!” he asked, gaping at Jamie, who snorted.
Emily laughed. “Dude, it is! They’re… puppy making out.” She joked, and Jamie laughed with her.
Ray shook his head in horror. “Emily!” he cried, and she laughed.
Jamie snorted. “What?! My brother was already sleeping with her brother by the time he was our age, we can’t say ‘kinky’?” he asked, and Emily snickered.
“How do you know we’re not getting it on with someone from the pack?” she asked, and then she and Jamie cracked up.
Ray just whimpered. “Never. Never ever in my life will you EVER sleep with ANYBODY until you’re married… and thirty!” he said pointedly.
Jamie made a face. “Ew, he’s right you can never even make out with dudes, Em. That’s icky.” He said, and she crossed her arms.
“You have totally already kissed a girl!” she said and he blushed.
Bob snorted. “Oh yeah?” he asked and Jamie blushed. “Who?” he asked.
Emily smirked. “The long haired girl in our training class we had with Aunt Lucy not long ago.” She said.
Jamie glared. “HIS name is Anthony.” He said, flushing. “And he just kissed me! I didn’t even get any warning it was all ‘hey Jamie’ and he kissed me!” he squeaked.
Patrick came trotting in with Rose chasing him and snapping at his tail. Patrick changed back, quickly stopping Rose from biting his ankle. “Come here baby.” He said, scooping her up. “Laurence, what on earth are you doing?” he asked and Laurence looked up from where he had Simon pinned down, licking him.
“Your son said they’re being ‘kinky’.” Bob said, and Jamie groaned.
Patrick just snickered. “Well I can see it.” He said, tilting his head to the side.
Emily giggled. “So anyways, Anthony?! I thought that was a girl with the long hair!” she said, giggling until Jamie shoved her off her seat.
Patrick sat Rose down and let her run back out to where he heard her dad’s heavy stride running around. “Who’s Anthony?” he asked, and Jamie groaned. Emily smirked and Patrick blinked. “Oh God, not again.” He whined, and Jamie’s head popped up.
“NO!” he cried, flushing. “He just… we were training and he goes ‘hey Jamie!’ and just… KISSED ME!” he squeaked.
Patrick narrowed his eyes. “Swear?” He asked, and Jamie nodded.
“I don’t even KNOW him!” he defended.
“Just know, I will lock you up until you’re thirty.” Patrick said. “I’m tired of my kids being animals. You are not going to be like your brother or your sisters.” He said pointedly. “Especially not Casey.” He said, then snorted. “Ah who am I kidding? You’re Pete’s kid, you’ll never be normal.” He said, sighing sadly.
Bob laughed. “You picked him to be the father of your children. I did a better job, I think.” He said, smiling at Ray, who leaned over and kissed his cheek.
“Oh yeah, all your kids turned out just like Ray- they like ‘em young!” he said, and Ray gaped.
Bob just blinked, then laughed. “Oh my God, Ray that’s true.” He said, smiling at him. “Aww, I like you being older.” He comforted, kissing him softly. “The hot, experienced, older guy.” He said, smiling. “But it’s true, Jordon is younger than Sophie by a few years, Tristan dates younger women, and Casey’s five years younger than Davey.” He said, snickering. “Emily, you’re doomed.” He said, and she just rolled her eyes.
Jamie snorted. “No way am I doing naughty things with someone at my age now. No way.” He said, shaking his head.
Patrick nodded. “Yes. Do that. Be like me! I was married before I ‘did things’ with anybody.” He said and Jamie and Emily both made faces.
“Patrick, Casey is missing a small child, have you seen one?” Pete asked, walking in.
Patrick smiled. “I just let her go to her daddy. He was running around. They’re probably hiding from Casey.” He said.
They looked up and smiled as Simon chased Laurence down the hall. Pete just snickered. “Those two are so cute.” He said, and Patrick nodded.
“They’re like having more children in the house.” He joked, smiling.
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Laurence moaned softly, smiling up at Simon. Simon’s eyes were shut and his mouth open as he leaned forward and planted his hands on Laurence’s chest, panting as he rocked down, impaling himself on Laurence’s cock. Laurence slid his hands and down Simon’s thighs, groaning when Simon dug his nails into his chest. “Fuck.” He panted, planting his feet to thrust up into Simon.
Simon moaned, arching his back. “Laurence, yes!” he panted, sliding his hand down to clasp his erection. Laurence moaned as he grabbed Simon’s hips and thrust up into him. Simon whimpered, gasping as Laurence’s thrust hit just perfectly. “Yes, there, right there.” He said desperately, moaning when Laurence thrust harder and faster. “Laurence!” he panted.
Laurence moaned. “Love you.” Simon groaned and arched his back. Laurence moaned as he watched Simon cry out as his orgasm overcame him. Laurence grunted as Simon constricted around him, panting as he watched Simon’s face contorted with pleasure. He slowed his thrusts as Simon came down from his orgasm. He lifted his hand to cup Simon’s face as Simon relaxed, panting. “So beautiful.” He moaned.
Simon smiled tiredly and leaned down, kissing him despite the cum cooling between them. “In me.” He mumbled tiredly, and Laurence nodded, holding Simon against his body as he thrust up into him, hips leaving the bed as his leg muscles strained to push deeper into Simon’s body. Simon whimpered and moaned, body still sensitive from orgasm. He clenched his hand in Laurence’s hair, kissing Laurence’s throat.
Laurence groaned. His hand tightened in Simon’s hair and on his back as he came, filling Simon. Simon hummed, biting his throat gently, not even enough to bruise. They lay together as they recovered from their orgasms, Laurence cradling Simon against his body. Laurence stroked his fingers through Simon’s hair with the hand cupping the back of his head and stroked his back in slow, long motions. Simon lay nestled into Laurence’s throat, hands splayed on his sides.
Simon broke the silence. “I love you.” He said softly, kissing Laurence’s collar bone.
Laurence smiled and shifted so he could look down at Simon, who lifted his head to look at him. “I love you more.” He said, kissing his nose, which earned a grin.
Simon smiled. “We’re disgusting, but I don’t want to move.” He said, nuzzling into Laurence’s chest.
Laurence snickered. “How about if you get up and let me get the towel to clean off with, I’ll hold you the exact same way all night?” he offered, and Simon nodded.
“Assuming Timmy doesn’t have another nightmare.” He said, and Laurence chuckled.
“I know, poor boy. I wish I could find out what’s scaring him and stop it.” He said, then kissed him softly. “Up, darling.” He said, and Simon whined, but got up cringing at how sticky his belly was.
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Laurence woke up to the door opening and tiny feet pattering across the floor. “Daddy!” Laurence grunted, turning his head. He sat up slightly, frowning when he noticed Simon wasn’t in bed and the clock said it was earlier than breakfast. “Daddy!”
Laurence looked down and saw Tim standing beside the bed. He smiled. “Good morning, darling.” He said, reaching out to ruffle his bed head.
“No, daddy!” he said, grabbing Laurence’s hand. “Daddy, mummy’s sick!” he said and Laurence frowned.
“Mummy’s sick?” he asked.
Tim nodded and tugged on his father’s hand. “Come fast, daddy, come fast!” he said, pulling on him until he fell onto his bottom, then stood up. “DADDY!” he cried.
Laurence sat up. “Hold on, Tim.” He said, grabbing his pajamas off the floor. He pulled them on under the covers and then slid out of bed. “Where’s mummy at?” he asked, lifting the toddler from the floor.
“My room.” He said, then slapped his dad’s chest. “FASTER DADDY!” he cried. “Mummy is sick!” he said loudly.
Laurence frowned but hurried to the boys’ room. Jacob was still in his bed asleep when he walked in. He gasped and put Tim down as he rushed to Simon’s side. “Simon?!” he cried, falling down beside him. Simon was sitting on the floor beside Tim’s crib, hunched over taking ragged breaths and shaking violently. “Simon, are you alright?” he asked, touching his side.
Simon looked up with pale skin, wide, frightened eyes, and shaking lips. “Laurence- Laurence I don’t know what- what’s wrong.” He gasped out, face screwing up as his shaking arm gave out and he fell all the way to the floor.
Laurence scooped him up. “Simon, Simon what hurts?” he asked, cupping his face, frowning when he felt his skin. “You’re cold.” He said, quickly pulling him close to try and warm him.
“Everything.” He said, body convulsing. “Eugh!” He cried out as he curled up, stomach clenching. “Laurence!” he gasped, body racked with pain.
“Mummy?”
Laurence looked up and saw Timmy staring with wide eyes. “Timmy, go get Penelope, right next door.” He said, and Timmy nodded, running. “Simon, it’s alright darling.” He said, holding him close. He carefully lifted Simon. “I’m just going to carry you on out.” He said, holding Simon close. He walked out just as Penelope was running over. She quickly stopped beside him.
“Simon? Simon are you okay?” she asked and he just let out a strangled sound, eyes still clenched shut.
“He’s in a lot of pain.” Laurence said. “I’m going to put him in bed.” He said quickly, rushing to their room. He lay him down, then looked over to see Timmy running in.
“MUMMY?!” he cried, seeing Simon shaking. “Mummy okay?” he asked, crying as he looked up onto the bed, barely able to see over to see his mother.
Simon opened his eyes and struggled to turn his head. “I- I’m alright baby.” He said, voice strained and gasping. “Laurence get him.” He said and Laurence rushed over to pick Timmy up. “Give me.” Simon gasped, reaching weakly. Laurence sat him down on the bed. Timmy crawled to Simon, reaching out to touch his mother’s face.
“Mummy, don’t cry.” He said, sniffling as he saw his mother’s face.
Simon weakly put his hand on Tim’s back, pulling him down to kiss him. “Mummy’s okay, alright?” he said, and Timmy nodded, crying still. He raised a little fist to wipe at his eyes. “Shh, it’s okay, Mummy’s fine.” Simon said, then touched his messy hair, smiling painfully as he looked into his big, blue eyes. “Daddy’s going to take you downstairs to see Grandmum, okay?” he said, and Tim nodded. “I love you, Timmy.” He said, biting his lip. “It’s okay.” He said, and Timmy nodded.
“Love Mummy.” He said, kissing Simon’s cheek.
Laurence knew something was terribly wrong by the way Simon was behaving. “Come on, Tim.” He said, picking him up. He looked at Simon, who was crying. “I’ll be right back, Simon.” He said, and Simon nodded.
As soon as Laurence and Timothy were gone and the door shut, Simon let out a small wail, curled up into a ball. He was sobbing and making sounds of pain. Penelope kneeled beside him. “Simon? Simon what’s wrong?” she asked and he tried to speak but couldn’t. She looked at him. “Your stomach?” she asked and he nodded. She bit her lip. “Simon… are you miscarrying?” she asked softly and he shook his head.
“Not-“ he clenched his eyes shut. “Not pregnant.” He gasped out, only to whine with pain again. “Owwy, it hurts!” he cried out, sobbing. Penelope just stroked his back, comforting him as best she could.
Soon the door opened and Laurence was rushing over. “Simon?” he said, worriedly. He quickly climbed onto the bed and pulled Simon into his arms, looking up at Bob, who was following him. “Simon, darling, are you alright?” he asked, looking at him.
Simon just pressed his face into Laurence’s still-bare chest and let out a muffled cry of pain, nails scraping painfully down his arm. Bob looked at him and rushed over. “Simon?” he asked, sitting down. “Simon are you hurt?” he asked.
Simon grated out a few words. “Stomach. Head. Cold.”
Bob grabbed his face and looked into his eyes. “Fuck, your eyes are dilated abnormally. And your stomach? It could be anything. Possibly even internal bleed-” He froze, then looked up. “Simon, are you miscarrying?” he asked gently, and Penelope saved him answering.
“No, he says he’s not pregnant.” She said.
Simon grunted as he turned to try and look up. “No. I- I felt funny before dinner- UHHH!” he clutched his middle in pain. “But- I was- okay… Tim was awake so- ow ow ow ow ow.” He whined. “I went-“
Laurence shushed him. “Timmy said Simon collapsed beside his bed.” He said, cradling his husband.
“OH God,” Simon groaned, then rolled over quickly before vomiting over the side of the bed violently. Laurence quickly held his waist to keep him from falling all the way over. Laurence held his, only to gasp when Simon lifted his head and looked back at him. “L-Laurence!” he gasped fearfully and Laurence’s eyes widened in horror as he saw blood on Simon’s lips and chin.
“Simon!” he cried, lifting him into his arms to lay him back on his back. He looked over to make sure and felt his heart skip a beat at the shocking amount of blood in Simon’s vomit. “Bob!” he cried, and Bob just stared in horror.
Penelope rushed from the room. “Call Aunt Lena!” she shouted as she raced down the halls.
Laurence barely contained his panic as Simon blinked up at him, crying, writhing in pain, and looking completely terrified. “Laurence, what’s happening to me?” he squeaked out shakily. “Wh-what’s wrong?” he sobbed.
Laurence shook his head. “I don’t know, love,” he said, biting his lip as his eyes stung. “Shh, love. You’ll be okay. It’ll be okay, I’m sure,” he said, leaning down to tuck his face into Simon’s hair. “I know you’ll be alright, darling. You’re going to be just fine. Not a worry, dear.” Laurence just kept muttering reassurances as he rocked Simon, tears slipping from his horror-stricken eyes.
Bob just stood up, watching Laurence fighting panic. “I’ll be right back, Simon,” he said, and Simon barely noticed as he left.
Bob rushed down the hall to Casey and Davey’s room, only to glance in to make sure Jacob was alright. He nodded as he saw him sleeping then went on to knock on Davey and Casey’s door. Davey opened the door, blinking tiredly. “Dad?” he grumbled.
“Davey, I think we’re going to need your help maybe,” he said, shaking his head. “Simon is very sick,” he said gravely.
Davey frowned. “What? What’s wrong?” he asked, ruffling his hair as he tried to wake up more.
Bob cringed. “I don’t know but it’s bad. He said he felt funny at dinner but just went to bed, but then according to Laurence, Timmy came running in this morning screaming that something was wrong with mommy and Laurence went in and Simon had collapsed in pain in Timmy’s room,” he shook his head. “He’s in terrible pain. He says his stomach hurts, his head hurts, and he’s cold, and just now he vomited blood all over the floor,” he said, and Davey looked horrified.
“Is he going to be alright?!” he asked, and Bob cringed.
“No way to know. Penelope ran downstairs to get someone to call Lena. We’ll find out soon.”
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Laurence sat on the edge of the bed, staring stonily as Simon lay still and unmoving in the middle of their bed. He felt numb as he held his husband’s small, cool hand in his.
“How is he?” Casey asked as he walked in.
Laurence sniffed and lifted his head. “According to Lena and Aunt Lucy, he’s got some… infection? Disease? They think it’s one that only affects Adels, so I wouldn’t come too close if I were you,” he said, and Casey backed away slightly. “He- He’s not asleep,” he said weakly.
“Unconscious?” Casey asked, frowning in concern.
Laurence nodded. “Hasn’t woken up today. I tried to wake him to have some water this morning but he wouldn’t. He’s… he’s cold and- and he’s ill. He’s so ill,” he said softly, reaching out to stroke Simon’s bangs from his face. “Oh darling,” he whispered weakly, holding his face in one hand.
Casey just cringed, remembering how terrifying it was to see your husband unconscious with the possibility of not waking up. “He’ll be fine, Laurence. I know it,” he said.
Laurence just nodded, offering a weak smile. “Of course he will.” He kissed Simon’s cheek, smiling sadly. “Won’t you, darling?”
Casey just sighed, standing up. “I’ll be back later.”
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Casey groaned, trying to get Timmy to go to sleep. He was pitching a little fit wanting his parents and nobody knew what to do about it. “Listen, Timmy, Mommy’s sick and if you go up there you might make it worse! He’ll be okay, but for now you need to just wait-“
“I WANT MUMMY!!” he screamed, kicking and bawling. “DADDY!!! I want Daddy!”
Davey sighed, picking up the kicking, screaming child. “Hey, hey!” he said, looking at him. “Timmy, look at me,” he said, shushing him. “Hey, daddy’s taking care of mommy,” he said, and Timmy just screeched, kicking. “Hey, don’t do that, kid!”
Patrick sighed and walked over, standing beside Davey. “Timmy,” he said sternly. Timmy shushed and looked at him curiously. “You’re being bad,” he said, and Timmy just pouted, bit alligator tears slipping down his cheeks.
“I want mummy,” he whimpered miserably. “I want mummy, I want mummy, I want mummy, I want mummy-“
“Timmy,” Patrick snapped. Timmy just slumped, pouting at him.
Davey smiled. “Aww, it’s okay, buddy,” he said, cuddling the baby as Patrick reached up to pet his straight black hair. “Shhh, your mommy will be okay,” he soothed.
Timmy just whimpered. “Want my mummy.” Patrick smiled sadly and held out his hands. Davey shifted, handing the child to Patrick, who cuddled him.
“Come here, baby,” he said, kissing his head sweetly.
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Simon laid tossing and turning, still unconscious, but making pained sounds. Laurence sat by him all night as Aunt Lucy monitored him. Rather than freezing, he was burning up, so she was sitting opposite Laurence with a cold cloth to dab at his forehead. “Mrs. Lucy-“
“Call me Aunt Lucy dear, everybody does,” she said, and he smiled before clearing his throat.
“How… how does it look? Honestly?” he asked, and she sighed.
“Well dear, we’re trying,” she said, and he nodded, feeling his throat tighten. “We can’t find out what’s wrong. We can heal most anything if I can find out what it is,” she said.
He looked up, tears in his eyes. “I can feel him slipping,” he whispered weakly. He ducked his head, shoulders tensing. “I- I can feel him slowly slipping away from me and it’s torture.”
Aunt Lucy sighed. “I don’t know what it is about these Adels, but they always seem to find the most devoted husbands,” she joked, earning a small laugh.
“I’ve noticed,” he agreed. “We’ve only been married such a short time. We’ve- we’ve got all these plans,” he whispered. “We’re talking about maybe trying for another baby. And- and we’ve been discussing Christmas because it’s coming up soon. And- and our anniversary. Timmy’s birthday… so many things we’ve been planning for… and all the while I never-“ He let his head fall down. “I never even considered I may be alone.” He let out a shuddery breath. “Timothy needs his mother, Aunt Lucy. He’s too young to lose his mum. I don’t- I don’t even know if he could understand why mummy was going away-“
“Laurence,” she spoke softly, laying a comforting hand on top of the one he had resting on Simon’s hand. “I’m doing my best to keep that from happening. I just need you to be strong for me, okay?” she said, and he nodded, sitting straight as he wiped at his cheeks. “We’ll have him right as rain as soon as we can, Laurence. Just hang in there.”
Laurence nodded, smiling. “I can only imagine what it will feel like when we’ve been married as long as Ray and Bob,” he mentioned, chuckling. “It already feels like I can’t breathe when I look at him so ill like this.” He looked up. “I can only imagine, if this is what it feels like after less than ten years even knowing him, what it will be like when we’ve been married nearly fifty like they have.” He smiled lovingly at Simon. “Doesn’t that sound lovely, darling?” he asked softly, reaching out to stroke Simon’s hair from his face.
She chuckled. “It will be wonderful, I’m sure,” she said.
Laurence nodded. “We’ve been together such a relatively short time for our life spans, but it feels like forever in that I can’t imagine what I would do were I to try and go about daily business
Aunt Lucy smiled. “Well, Adels are strong little things, you know? He won’t give up without a fight,” she said, earning a smile.
“Simon’s a brave little bugger, so I know he won’t,” he said, kissing Simon’s hand. “You’re too hard headed to let this sickness get you, aren’t you, darling,” he said, smiling hopefully.
“Well I’m going to go do some more research with the others. I’ll be back later.” She kissed Laurence’s cheek when she walked around the bed. “Come downstairs and get some sleep,” she said.
Laurence shook his head. “I’ll just kip on the foot of the bed, here. I don’t want to accidently squish him so I dare not get in the bed with him, but I don’t feel like going down to sleep on a couch at the moment, you know?”
She smiled sweetly. “I understand.”
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After a few days of unconsciousness, Simon was still not showing signs of waking up. Timmy, however, was becoming impossible to handle in his demands for his mother. Laurence finally had to take him and sit down to try and explain to the small child that his mother was ill. He couldn’t help but think Timmy couldn’t even really understand.
“Timmy, mummy’s still sick, you know?” he started, holding the child in his lap.
“But I want mummy to play with me!” Timmy whined, pouting pointedly. “Why mummy not play?”
Laurence sighed. “Mummy’s very ill, dear,” he said, stroking his fingers through Timmy’s dark hair. “He’s very ill and he can’t play right now.”
“Play tomorrow?” Timmy asked, and Laurence smiled sadly.
“I’m afraid not, love,” he said, kissing his head. “You see… mummy’s sleeping a lot, right? He’s been sleeping for a few days and he’s still very ill. Hopefully, he’ll be better soon, but your mum’s still pretty not well.”
Timmy frowned. “Will mummy be better soon?” he asked.
Laurence swallowed thickly and smiled. “I hope so, love. I hope he’ll be well very soon. But for now, can you please stop being a bad boy?” he asked and Timmy nodded silently. “Promise daddy you’ll be a good boy?”
“Promise,” he grumbled, and Laurence bit back a laugh at how unhappy Timmy looked as he said it.
“You are your mother’s child, my boy,” he chuckled, kissing his head. “Do you want to go play with the other children now?” he asked, and Timmy nodded, only to stop as he climbed down from Laurence’s lap.
He looked back up. “Daddy?” Laurence looked down at him questioningly. “Daddy, can I see mummy soon?” he asked softly.
Laurence bit his lip. “If you can be very quiet and very careful, I’ll take you to see mummy after lunch, how’s that?” he asked, and Timmy smiled and nodded, running off to play with Rose and the other boys.
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Timmy was quiet as he sat on the bed beside Simon, who was once again not moving at all, not even to shift uncomfortably as he did when he had a fever. “Why don’t mummy wake up?” he asked, and Laurence bit his lip.
“We don’t… know,” he admitted.
Timmy looked up with wide eyes. “Mummy will wake up, right daddy?” he asked, and Laurence nodded.
“Of course he will. Not to worry,” he comforted, though he secretly hoped he was right.
Timmy reached a tiny hand out and grabbed Simon’s larger hand. “Mummy?” he tried, and Laurence felt his eyes watering at the look on Timmy’s face. Timmy crawled up beside his face and Laurence felt himself choking up as Timmy leaned down and kissed Simon’s face. “Love you, mummy,” he said in a small voice.
Laurence just put a hand over his mouth, hoping more than anything that he didn’t actually break down crying in front of his already worried son.
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“Fuck, I’m sick of this,” Bob suddenly snapped, shoving a line of books onto the floor. Everybody looked up in surprise, only to see him sigh. “Simon’s dying, damn it. Why can’t we find out what’s wrong?” he groaned, leaning down to pick up the books he knocked off the table.
Ray walked over and knelt down to help. “We’ll find out what it is, Bobby, I’m sure,” he said, earning a small smile. “Come on, every one of you Adels has nearly died, are you really shocked by this?” he asked, and Bob chuckled sadly.
“Yeah, but I nearly died during childbirth, Patrick nearly died in childbirth and from an attack. Casey technically never ‘nearly died’, he was just in a scary place for a bit there. And Simon is sick with some unknown disease nobody can name!” he said. “It’s not the same, Ray.”
Gerard groaned. “Have we called his parents? Maybe there’s some genetic thing or…” he trailed off as Bob shook his head.
“We called his parents and they contacted their leader and nobody knows anything.”
Gerard suddenly looked up. “What about that thing with the werewolf girl who had Lyme disease?” he asked. “Sure, it was months ago, but he was bitten by her several times.”
Bob hummed. “I haven’t thought about it, but it was months ago. It doesn’t make sense he’d be getting sick now if she had something, does it?” he asked.
Ray shrugged. “It’s still an unresearched lead. We should call Lena,” he suggested, and Bob nodded.
“Yeah, we can do that,” he said, standing to go get his phone.
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Patrick was carrying Jacob when he suddenly swayed into the refrigerator. “Oh fuck,” he groaned, scrabbling to grab the counter top and stay standing. He quickly let Jacob slide down to the floor before his vision swam again and he failed to keep his balance. “Pete!” he cried as he slipped and landed hard on his hands and knees, barely missing Jacob.
“Mommy?!” Jacob cried, eyes widening at the sight of Patrick struggling to stay upright.
“Jacob, go get daddy,” he gasped out, eyes screwing shut as pain suddenly wracked his body, causing him to slide completely to the floor.
Jacob ran out of the kitchen. “DADDY!” he cried shrilly, rushing down the hall to where his parents had been talking with the other adults before he’d asked his mother to get him a snack. “DADDY!” he cried, rushing through the doors.
“What is it, Jake?” Pete asked, turning an annoyed face on him, as he was speaking with Gerard about certain old magic books that might have a cure for Simon’s unknown illness.
“Daddy, mommy fell down!” he cried, and Pete turned back quickly.
“What? Is he okay?” he asked.
Jacob shook his head vigorously. “No he fell down!” he reiterated. “Mommy was gonna get me some juice but he just fell down!”
Pete looked up at Gerard, who looked horrified, and they both turned and ran out. Mikey quickly walked over and grabbed Jacob before he ran out after them. “Come on, let’s go tell Uncle Bob,” Mikey said, and Jacob nodded.