Spring Forward, Fall Back (Alucard x Chubby! Reader)

Chapter 128 - ...And That's Why I'm Not Wearing Underpants

Lisa P.O.V.

The boys all walked in at eleven in the morning the next day and you could tell there was a little tension between the Belmont boys and my son, but it wasn't just him that seemed a bit pissed off. My husband and everyone else were giving glares of malice toward the two boys. Even their father wore a look of utter contempt toward his offspring as they took off their shoes before entering. Made me wonder almost immediately what the hell happened the night before to make them look and act so.

"Good morning, my love," my husband said as he sailed to my side and embraced me.

"Are you certain its a good morning?" I had to ask. The looks on their faces hadn't eased up even as they reached Celeste and myself.

"Well...it is. Mostly," he responded before placing a kiss on my cheek.

"It would have been better if we'd never left, but the poker game was enjoyable," Adrian said. I could already see his eyes scanning around for his mate and the disappointment of not seeing her.

"Why don't we get you some coffee and you can tell us about it?" Celeste offered.

"I don't wanna talk about it," Leone complained. "I was barely able to keep breakfast down when they brought it up."

"It couldn't have been that bad," she said on a laugh. I could see just by looking into my husband's eyes that it could indeed be that bad.

"I'm gonna need that coffee if this is gonna be discussed," Allen said on a sigh. "Maybe a pasty, too." Allen moved toward the table and picked up a caramel apple pasty as well as a beaker of coffee before sitting down. His appearance was haggard and his eyes showed deep bags beneath, his hair barely going where it was supposed to go. I desperately wanted to ask him just what had happened when the three Belmonts of our time moved up toward me.

"These two little fuckwits have a little something to tell you," Richter said with anger heating his words. He had both boys by the scruff of their necks, the collars on their shirts gripped tightly in their father's hands. He kicked Leo in the butt to get him talking.

"Ouch! Damn, Dad!" Leo whined. "I'm doing it! I'm doing it!"

"You'd better sit down for this one, Lisa," Vlad said and directed me toward a seat. Pulling it out for me, he eased me into the seat and put his hand on my shoulder. I looked at him in question because it felt as though he was putting pressure on me to keep me seated.

"Believe me when I say I'm not only doing this to try to keep you calm, but also to keep you from launching across the table once you hear this." Now I was truly worried.

Leo went on to tell me all that had happened during their night out. About making my son go to a strip club even though he expressed his displeasure at the idea seemed to be a very bad idea the further into the story Leo got. I could hear Adrian, Leone and Hugue growling over my shoulder, Gregory and Ryan sat shaking their heads and Allen looked at the boy over his shoulder with a promise of violence sparking in his eyes. My husband only showed his anger through a furrowed brow, but I could hear the growl he emitted in my mind. This was really bad.

"And then the stripper puked, shit and pissed herself," Leo said while everyone in the room groaned.

"So Leo, being the giver that he is," Richter said with a bright voice, even while his face still showed anger and disappointment, "decided that it would be a very good gesture to replace Adrian's phone, since it was his idea to hire that particular stripper and Adrian's phone was in his pocket when the stripper lost control of her inner fluids."