Chapter 3: uh, oh Dads alert.

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"My-what?" I stood and looked at Ryella. 

"Your Dads, Angel." She looked from me to Xavier and back again. "Shall I tell them that you're busy?"

"What? No, bring 'em in. and take Him out." I scowled at the 'him' in question. "Go to your room and don't come back till I say."

"The room I share with Iroh." He stated.

"Yes." I snapped before Ryella took him by the ear. I grinned at her as she dragged him away, by the EAR! 

My Dads came in. 

"Hello Dear!" Pops smiled as Xavier called:

"Hello, Mr. Skyrhens!"

"Hello, Xavier." Pa turned to look at me, "Why is Ryella holding him by the ear?" He asked calmly as he and Pops sat down.

"Well, it's a long story and I don't really wanna talk about it. But let me tell you, being Coven leader is much harder than I originally thought." I sighed.

"Yes, Bella said that too." Pa smiled sadly, remembering his poor sister who had been brutally murdered by wizards in the Confusa triangle, down south.

"Auntie Bella was a Coven head?" I gasped. "Why didn't you tell me?" I demanded as Pa and Pops grinned mysteriously. 

"Well, you never asked," Pa said, Pops chuckled.

"Ok. Well, what was it you came for?" I asked as they watched me.

"We came to see how our only daughter would feel about having siblings," Pa stated matter of factly.

I gaped. Siblings? as in plural? What is going on?

"Yes, our little Ravioli. Siblings. As in plural." Pops grinned.

"When?" I asked hoarsely. I knew the process for same-sex marriages having children was long, that's why they'd only had me. "Biological or adopted?" I asked becoming more excited by the moment.

"We are thinking one of each," Pops said as Pa pulled an envelope out of his pocket. He handed me the envelope and I opened it.

Inside were two pictures, one a scan of an orange-sized blob, the other an eight-ish-year-old child.

"What's his name?" I asked pointing to the child.

"Vamir Vashachie," Pa answered. "His parents died a few years ago in that civil war down south."

"He's a Southie?" I asked surprised, normally you could tell if someone was a Southie, they usually weren't entirely human.

"Yes, although we don't know what his other half is, he only remembers his mother. Trauma can do that to children." Pa said. I sat there feeling rather conflicted. On the one hand, a sibling would be great. On the other? well. Let's just say. My Dads weren't the best at being attentive. 

"If you want my permission, go ahead. You could do with the distraction. Now I've moved out you have far too much free time on your hands." I smiled. "Go get those chidlers." 

My Dads smiled as they left. 

This was the right decision.

A/N 

If you are still here, well done, these are an incredibly boring first few chapters but I know I can do better so stick around for further updates.

thanks! 

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