The Orphaned Omega

Chapter 2

Ethan's POV

Today's the first day of school. Well, college for me, High School for Kyle or as I like to call him, Baby bro. Isabelle is only five so she starts kindergarten. I'm studying childhood development. I'd say that I am doing it to better take care of the pups in the pack but I am only doing it to take better care of my future pups. I plan on being a house-husband. I am by no means lazy. I would just rather take care of my own children.

Getting out of bed is a challenge. It's my last semester of college. I want nothing to do with school. I just want my mate and my cozy, comfy bed. I get up, take a shower and get dressed. I grab my school stuff and walk over to my Baby Bro's room. Going in, I set my stuff down on the ground and jump on the bed.

To my surprise I landed on a soft, warm bed. Not a body that has limps and is uncomfortable. Suddenly, I am tackled, my body pressing further into the bed.

"Thought you could get me on the first day of school. Mom woke me up hours ago. Sorry, Big Bro. Try again next time."

I can't reply because my head is being pressed against the bed. I wiggle my body trying to get him off me.

"Sorry, Big Bro. Forgot how fragile you are."

He got off me and helped me up. Fixing my clothes I ignore him as I walk down the steps. Sitting at the breakfast table as mom and dad walk in.

"Why is your little brother pouting up stares?"

"I went to wake him up like I always do and he tricked me. He jumped on me instead. I'm just messing with him, won't you let me milk the guilt out of him?"

" No. You will apologize to your little brother this instant."

" But why? He tackled me first."

"You planned to tackle him first. Apologize."

" Yes, Mom"

After the lecture my mom asked me if I was excited for school. Of course I said yes. I was already on her bad side this morning. Dad totally didn't help. I mean, I wouldn't want to be on the outside of an argument with mom and some else, trying to choose sides. Knowing there's only one side, Mom's. After a while Baby Bro finally came down. I quickly ran over and hugged him.

"Sorry. I made you feel bad even though it was my fault. You forgive me?"

"Yes. I apologize for tackling you. I thought you were mad at me."

"I was going to drag it out but Mom said no."

"I see. Well I forgive you Big Bro."

"Thanks, Kyle. Now let's go tell Mom and Dad that we made up, and you forgave me so she can stop giving me this stink eye."

"I don't know, maybe I might want to milk this a little bit."

"Kyle, please. I'll buy you food for a week."

"Make it two. And stop calling me Kyle."

"Fine, two weeks. Baby Bro."

"Much better."

Slinging his arm around my shoulder, we walk to the kitchen to face the Kraken. Were immediately greeted by our little sister Issy. She's the epiphany of cuteness. She runs up and hugs me.

"Milly, did you fight with Kyle?"

As much as we're scared of Mom when she's mad. We were terrified of Issy when she's sad. The crying and the amount of guilt you feel for making it happen is unbearable.

"We were just playing around Issy. You know we'd never actually fight. We love you too much for that."

What I said wasn't a complete lie. We do love her but were terrified of her tantrums as well. Her tantrums have the power to make the most heartless person guilty.