The Faye's Protector- Keepers of Light Book III

Chapter Three

~Alex~

"Was that Wes?"

Dropping the phone away from his ear, Alex turned to see Warren walking toward him. Alex had been so distracted talking to his youngest son, that he hadn't heard his oldest walking into the room. It was near dinner time and he should've been expecting someone to come looking for him. He hadn't even started making anything, being so distracted with speaking to Wesley. Tori and Kyle had retired for a nap a few hours ago, none of them had been sleeping well for weeks. Alex tried to get them to rest as much as possible when they weren't out of the apartment.

Smiling, he nodded his head. "He sounds tired; stressed. But they're doing fine. I think they both like it there, more than they're saying."

Warren chuckled a soft but deep sound that echoed in the large room, "Of course they do. I've only met Maisie once but I know for a fact that if I was staying there, I'd never want to leave her cooking, either. And Ewan isn't so bad. A bit rough around the edges, but that's a Scotsman for you."

"That he is and Maisie sure can cook, that's true. I haven't tasted her food in years." Shaking his head, Alex headed towards the kitchen. "Maybe I'll be able to get some recipes from her this time. I would hazard a guess that she would give them to Abby if she asked."

A soft smile worked its way onto Warren's face at the mention of their newest family member. "Abby could get anything she asked for just by smiling and being herself."

Chuckling, Alex grabbed a glass out of the cabinet, filling it with water from the fridge. "Oh, I am very aware." When he turned around, he smiled sadly at the look that crossed Warren's face. "I miss them too, my boy. We'll get them home soon." He would like nothing more than to have his family back, all of them in the same place. And preferably in their own home in Washington. Not some new apartment in New York City that didn't look or smell at all like their home.

Inclining his head, Warren sat down heavily onto one of the bar stools across from Alex. The kitchen in the flat they were using from the NYC pack was big — far larger than anything they needed. Especially when they barely ate in the apartment as it was.

"I hate this. I know none of us like it but I hate this. I can't pretend that I don't." He rubbed a hand down his face. The years had been showing on Warren's face, recently. Only adding to Alex's need to get his family back together and home where they belong. "When did I become such a protective worry-wart?"

"I think probably when you and Kyle started talking about adopting." Alex looked at him fondly, he couldn't help it. He had always known that Warren wanted children of his own, but of course he had never expected to have any. Who knew that amongst all of the chaos of the last few months, something so pure would come out of it.

A dry laugh left Warren but Alex could see the fondness on his face plain as day. "We didn't exactly talk about it. Mia just sort of appeared out of nowhere and attached herself to Kyle."

It wasn't entirely far from the truth. The three-year-old child's parents had been killed in a vampire raid only a month ago. She was being taken care of by another family inside Ira's pack, the plan was to find her a permanent home. And then Christmas had come around and the pack got together for a break from the war and to have some fun. The little thing had seen Kyle from across the room and immediately attached herself to his leg. The shock had quickly worn off and no one could bare to pry the little girl off him. He barely put her down the rest of the night.

"I don't think Kyle is the only one she attached to."

Warren looked up from where he had studiously been studying the countertop. A small smile grew on his face but it quickly slipped away, again. "I don't—I don't know how to be a father."