Our Owlets (Book 1)

2. New Home

A/N: There's no reason as to why I love this ship so much 😩

Stolas slowly opened his eyes. He sat up slightly before noticing a tray of bacon and eggs in the form of a smiley face, and a few stacked waffles with whip cream and strawberries, sitting in front of him.

Interesting breakfast. The chefs never brought him food in bed. It's ill-mannered.

Come to think of it...this isn't his bedroom. Where was he? Where was his daughter? Where were his...

Stolas immediately started hyperventilating. "My babies...where are my babies?!"

He was startled by Blitzø barging into the room.

"Hey feather butt! You sleep well?"

Stolas looked in confusion. "B-blitzy..? I don't understand...where are we? What happened?"

"You're at my house. Olivia dropped you guys off at my place."

"Octavia? But- wait guys?"

Blitzø nodded and pointed to the crib sitting right beside the bed. "Bought that last night. Had to keep them warm and safe."

Stolas looked over in the random crib and felt his heart melt. "There's two...I have two babies..they're beautiful."

"Our babies." Blitzø shut the door and walked over to him. "You gave birth to our babies, kept it a secret for 9 months, then only claim them as yours. Why. Why would you do that?"

Stolas sighed, beginning to eat. "I had to."

"You HAD to hide this from me?!"

"Blitzy please, I'm starving."

Blitzø moved the tray. "You aren't eating shit until you tell me why you hid my babies from me."

"Because they would have been aborted. You would have been hunted down and killed. But mostly...I thought you didn't want them." Stolas looked away.

Blitzø looked at him. "What? Why wouldn't I want them?"

Stolas wiped the tears forming in his eyes. "Because you don't even want me. Why would you want children with me?"

Blitzø frowned, gently turning his face to look at him. "Who said that I didn't want you? Let me guess. That bitch of a wife, right?"

Stolas just nodded, more tears started to form.

"Hey. Stop that." Blitzø wiped his tears with his thumb. "I love you, Stolas. I love those babies and I only met them yesterday. Nothing, not even some rich assholes can stop this family from happening."

Stolas smiled softly. "Oh Blitz..."

"Shh. Let me pamper you." Blitzø began massaging his shoulders. "You had my babies. I wanna thank you for it."

"Giving them to me was enough, Blitzy. This isn't ne-oh~"

Blitzø smirked. "You were saying?"

"N-nothing...continue." Stolas mumbled as he ate his breakfast. "Oh and thank you for breakfast, sweetheart."

"No problem. You were out of it yesterday, so you need extra energy."

While Blitzø massaged Stolas' body, he started to frown and Blitzø noticed.

"You good?"

Stolas sighed. "I can't stay here. I must go home. Staying here will put you and your daughter at risk."

"You can barely sit up. Nobody rich or royal would step foot in Imp City. Don't worry."

"Blitz, my pregnancy was wrong...they shouldn't be here. They're mis-"