Breaking Point (BWWM)

15. Deviate

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"Aesir, bring your butt back here, now!" Braxton heard his wife's scolding voice. It's not one he's used to hearing. Though the patter of feet doesn't cease, and he heard his son giggle. He stands up from his desk, heading into his son's room to see just what the hell all that racket is.

  Lucy peeked up at him as he walked in, just as she caught the little tike in her hands. He kicks his little legs in the air, his diaper slipping down them. "Sorry," she sighed. "he figured out how to take his diaper off." The toddler cries out in frustration.

  Braxton felt a bit tickled at that explanation, but he fixes his face back to it's stoic expression before his wife would notice. She's clearly fed up. He's never heard her raise her voice like this, not since she handed his ass to him after his absence. She sets their son back on his feet, ignoring his tears and fitful jumping.

  "Aesir," Braxton called, using his Alpha voice. The little boy hardly paid him much mind, though, "You listen to Mama-"

  "No!" He stamped his foot hard, making a loud thud. There it is, that burning irritation that always needs putting out. He clenches his jaw, squatting on his haunches beside his wife to help her out. She was trying to restrain him from running away.

  "I think he wants to shift," Lucy stated with a tired sigh. Braxton wrestles his diaper back on, though he had clearly been picking at the tape for a while. It probably wouldn't hold. He gets up to fetch another one, "Why don't we just let him?" He wondered, it's in his nature. And he's obviously restless because she's not letting him.

  Lucy shakes her head, "He broke a picture frame," She gestures to it in pieces across the room, she must've been sweeping up the pile of glass when he started acting up. "And look at the floor."

  "Lucy, that's normal," He assured her, studying the puppy-sized scratches he'd surely made. She shakes her head adamantly, clearly she had a point to prove. He never explicitly said it, but he often considered her to be quite paranoid and even over-protective, as much as she tries not to hover.

  "Look," She stated, trying to defend her claim, he noticed just how serious she was, like something involving Aesir had spooked her. She turns their son around and lifts up his shirt, revealing the scratches that were currently healing on his back. "The frame fell on him. I'm not against him shifting, but from this point on he can't shift in the house." Braxton bites his cheek at that, looking at the pink scratches that would certainly scar his son's back. Thankfully it would heal quickly.

  She was deathly serious, her frown was something foreign on her face, "I told him not to run in here..." she sighed, "I should've figured."

  Aesir kicks his legs at his father as he's approached with a new diaper. Lucy wrestles him onto his back, but he screamed and wailed as she did her best to keep him pinned. He sighed, a bit taken aback by this behavior. Already he's got a lot of pent up aggression.

  Aesir kicks Braxton's hands as hard as he can, which was thoroughly pissing him off. And yes, they hurt like hell; he hoped he didn't sprain a finger. "Aesir!" His voice boomed, which startled him. He looks tearfully up at him, his eyes and face were red.

  "No!" He cried.

  "Don't make me spank you. Calm down, now," He ordered, sounding intolerant. He manages to slip the diaper on while he's distracted. His son pouts, face flushing as tears rush down his face. "Don't give me that," He started, though of course the toddler started crying at the top of his lungs anyway. His wails are loud, piercing enough to make you want to cover your ears. "Stop giving your Mama a hard time. When she tells you to do something you listen, alright?" Braxton warned.