Lycan Love

Chapter 7

Ethan was currently standing in the en suite, brushing his teeth with his eyes barely open while holding a fussy and very wide away Max. The twins were now both 6 months, and Lukas was as good as gold. Ethan was convinced that he and Max were already going through his terrible twos. "It's 2am, Maxi." The blonde whispered after washing his minty mouth out with water, but the baby cared very little about this and continued to pull at his mother's hair. "If we sit in the chair and watch some tv, will you sleep?" He asked while nudging their heads together in affection, which seemed to calm the infant slightly. "Biiiiiiiii..." he gurgled as Ethan carried him into the cold kitchen, making him a warm bottle and handed him his favourite toy.

It was a stuffed blue bunny that Ethan was taught to knit by Donna, the boy could barely go a few hours without it and always grew fussy whenever he didn't have it. "Baaaaaa!" He squealed loudly as he was handed the stuffed toy, causing Ethan to smile and kiss his chubby cheek. He took his warm bottle into both hands and drank slowly as Ethan carried him to his large arm chair, sitting down deep into the comfy brown leather before he began to gently rock back and forth, cradling Max. The baby was too focused on trying to show Ethan how many bubbles of spit and milk he could blow, the blonde sighed and leaned the back of his head against the neck of the chair, it was going to be a longgggggg night.

Karl in bed on his side, hugging Lukas close and petting his small head subconsciously before he rolled over and pat his hand around to feel for the rest of his family, but he only felt cold sheets. "Ethan...?" He groggily called out and rolled over fully, frowning to see his husband and other son not there. He glanced at the alarm clock, sighing once he found that it was 4:37am. He rose from the bed with Lukas and pulled some boxer shorts on before he walked into the living room, sighing once he spotted the barely awake Ethan being tormented by the mischievous older twin. Max was pulling on his hair and babbling loudly in his ear, causing Karl to cringe. He had to get up for work soon anyways, he didn't mind.

He approached his husband gently brushed some grown out hair behind his ear, affectionately pressing his lips to the younger lycan's fluffy ear. "Good morning." He whispered in his husky and deep morning voice, causing the omega to squeak and blush light pink. "Uh!" Max yelled and moved his arms around as a way to greet his father. "Don't worry, tiger. I see you." Karl laughed and sat down on the side of the leather couch, picking a slightly reluctant Max up before he swapped babies with his husband. "Bay-nee shabbeeeeeee." Max gurgled while pointing at his mother, Karl only smiled and carried him to the kitchen. "Did you keep your poor old mom awake all night, huh?" He whispered but Ethan's left ear perked up instantly.

"......... Old? I'm not old... I'm only 38...... right?" Ethan thought and frowned as he curled into the corner of the couch with Lukas, stroking his head over and over again in a loving manner. "Does Karl think I'm old? I mean, he can't say much. He's the human equivalent of 56." He internally rolled his eyes and hugged the infant more, nuzzling their noses affectionately which made Lukas' tail wag in his sleep. "Now, go to sleep, Kleine Jeunge." Karl smiled to Max who was now sucking happily on a warm bottle of milk, hugging the warm bottle to his body which slowly lulled him off to sleep. After setting the cheeky infant down in a crib beside Ethan's couch, he got dressed for work and tied his boot laces.

He leaned down over the couch arm and kissed Ethan's temple, smiling brightly while brushing more of the grown hair out of his face. "Schön..." he whispered in his mother tongue, kissing his closed eyelids delicately, admiring Ethan's angelic face. "I'm so very glad that the twins look like him." He thought happily to himself before he put his hat on and left the room silently.

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The twins were too young to be outside in the awful cold of the village, so Donna was allowed to babysit them. Ethan had to go shopping, anyways. He dressed in a thick and heavy fur coat, protecting his body from the bone-stiffening cold as he shopped in the market. The blond was standing at a vegetable stall with a basket, shopping casually until he heard some young women having a conversation beside him, they were shopping for food as well. "Have you heard about the Metal Lord working in the factory at the end of the road?" The first woman asked as her friends scoffed, "You mean that weirdo engineer with all of the weird dogs on top of that junkyard?" They entertained. "Hey, he's not a weirdo!" The first woman retaliated before she smiled dreamily, presumably to herself.