Dirty Little Secret

Confusion and Questions

Jason's POV

    It's been two days since Nick and I came home from his supposed family, and I'm no closer to knowing what to do than I was that night.

   I can feel Clary and Nick freaking out about it, knowing if nothing else, I have about three plans under my sleeve. But this...this is something that I didn't even dream would happen to our family. Something I could have never prepared or planned for. 

   I pace around my room, looking up at the ceiling as if the smooth white surfer would have all the answers written down for me. 

    And in order to get ahead of the curb and form any kind of plan thats what I need. Answers. Information. Leverage. As the realization comes to me, I plop down on my bed, my head falling to hang as I try to make sense of it all, the stress making the hair on the back of my neck stand up in worry. In order to get answers I have to ask my parents questions and make assumptions about them that I can't even fathom.

   And as much as I hate to say it, Ryan apparently had no problem with it.

    'Think about it, Jace. Our parents have been weird even for them lately and very weird and protective over Nick.' He says but I'm not convinced.

    'It's because he's an Omega.' I counter and he backs off, choosing not to argue, but somehow him conceding makes me feel like I'm wrong.

     "Fuck." I breathe, wishing that I could yell it out, but instead, I shove aside the twirling worry in my head, and stand up, deciding to brave the sharks and go downstairs.

     'Are you sure this is a good idea?' Ryan asks me but I don't answer, opening my door to turn and go downstairs, only to find my mom on the other side, her face turning red immediately. Ryan goes to throw a growl from my throat but I swallow it and frown at my mom, really looking at her for the first time.

    And it's the eyes that tells me I'm doing the right thing.

   When I was a baby I remember looking into moms eyes growing up and always being in awe of how warm they were even though the blue should feel so cold.

   And right now, that's exactly how they felt.

   "What's up?" I ask, keeping it causal as I slightly push past her to get into the hall, keeping my door open. She frowns and turns to look inside and I go to start down the stairs, and within seconds, she's on my ass, following me as I hit the bottom and head towards the living room where dad is sitting watching football.

   "What are you doing Jason?" Mom asks as I enter the room and I raise a brow at her before sitting down on the cushion.

    "I came down to watch TV." I tell her and she sits on the live seat next to the couch, her eyes flowing between the TV and me every few seconds, though her eyes are quick to latch on to me when I open my mouth. "I have a school project coming up."

    "Is that so Jason? What is it about?" Dad asks me, turning towards me with honest curiosity, happy that I'm taking an interest in school again. 

    'Are they sure dad was in on it?' Ryan asks quietly, and I clear my throat, drowning out his question before turning to answer my dad.

    "It's about family trees and our history. Apparently humans don't know a lot about their heritage. I'll need some baby pictures and stuff." I say casually and there's a pause from my mom, her eyes on me, but my dad smiles.

     "That's good son, I wouldn't mind looking at a few of those pictures myself. I miss when my kids where small and innocent." He says wistfully and I laugh.

     Dad has always been the more domestic, family oriented kind of guy, scrapbooks and picture albums being the proof for it.

     "What class is this project for?" I turn my head towards my mom and find her watching me, a smile on her face that doesn't reach her eyes. I narrow my eyes at her slightly, my hackles raising slightly at her judging searching look, but I swallow it to answer.

    "English, we have to write a paper about it." I answer without a beat and she nods, seemingly placated. After a few more minutes of dad watching TV and mom watching me, I start again before getting up to stretch. "Clary wants to see her baby pictures too and Nick doesn't want to be left out so we'll probably be in the basement later."

     "Nick can stay here with us." Mom says quickly and I sigh inwardly, doing my best to ignore the warning growls coming from Ryan as he tries to force them from my throat.

     "Okay, we'll ask him." I say with a nonchalant shrug, and I watch as her jaw clenches making my back straighten in preparation

   But it slouches just as fast. This is my mom. Even though we haven't always gotten along I shouldn't be ready to fight the woman that raise me because of a story I haven't confirmed yet. And Dad... he had to have know what was happening, but he's always been the one to be there, take care of everyone and never made us feel uneasy.

    My thoughts trail off as I call Nick to come downstairs at Moms growing irritation. His small frame appears around the corner from the stairs his eyes finding mine quickly in concern and confusion, though I know he and Clary are listening from upstairs.

     "Do you wanna come with me and Clary to look at the pictures or stay with mom and dad up here?" I ask keeping my voice it's same bored tone even if I wish I could still him away from the pinning eyes of the woman before me.

      He looks at me worriedly and then at mom before lowering his head, his hands shaking in anxiety, and Ryan finally manages a growl past my lips which I cover by pretending to clear my throat, my dad patting my back absentmindedly making me smile. I watch as Nick finally settles a bit.

    "I want to go with Clary, she's going to some of my old stuff." He says softly but clearly. A statement instead of a question. Giving his own, real answer.

    Both my chest and cock swell at how confident and secure Nick has gotten in his own way.

     Mine. Ryan growls and I'm inclined to join, but refrain, especially when I see the barely hidden anger in moms eyes. "Alright." Is all she says and I raise from the couch, knowing that if I don't touch him soon I'm going to go crazy.

    "Let's go, Runt." I say as I pass my mom, and he breathes a sigh of relief waiting for me to get to him before we go to walk towards the stairs but the sound of my moms voice reaches my ears making me stop.

    "I look forward to reading your paper, Jason." She calls and dad shouts his approval, annoying oblivious at the moment.

     "So do I." I answer before finally escaping with Nick, my hair standing on end all the while.

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This is a very long one especially for this book but I love it and I know you guys will too.

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