Tell Me What You See

Chapter 21

Carter's POV

"So, you have a kid now? " My brother asks, making me nod.

"It seems so." I say.

"But isn't Timmy a boy?" He asks curiously.

"He is, but that doesn't matter for werewolves, two guys can reproduce if one of them has a womb, and all Omegas do.

I don't know why the isn't a common knowledge, two guys mating isn't common at all, but I think more people should know about this possibility.

Some people know that Omegas, which are all males, can reproduce, but not many people know that other ranks sometimes can too.

I mean that's pretty cool, you might not even know that you have a womb, and then one day the Doctor just will tell you that you will have a kid.

But, yeah, if one of werewolves' parents is an Omega then there's a possibility that they have inherited a womb, that's the only way it can happen.

"And you're having another kid soon." Greyson continues, he sounds like he doesn't believe me at all.

"Yeah, I showed you the picture." I tell him, making him look at the picture of a dop, again.

I think it's too much information for a nine year old boy to accept at once.

"And this dop is supposed to grow, and look like a kid?" He asks, amazed.

"Yeah, that's what I've been told." I respond.

"Cool." He says, before running to the other side of the apartment, to sit next to Timmy, who's playing with Mason on the couch.

I smile at them as Greyson reaches his hand to pet Timmy's stomach, before kissing Masons head.

I can't believe that I'm a father already, and what I can't believe even more is that I actually enjoy taking care on Mason.

He's the best baby ever, he's very rarely crying, and he's cool with everything.

You want to carry him all day, and fawn over him? Cool.

You want to leave him with someone else, while you do your work? Cool.

You want him to eat his food like the good boy he is? Slightly less cool, but still manageable.

It's only his fifth day here, and he's already a lot more then Mason to me, he's my son.

And I hope that no one is going to come here to take him back, because I'm not so sure I will be able to let him leave.

"Dad!" Mason screams at Timmy, for letting the bowl of healthy snacks get empty.

I laugh at him, before thing the bowl from the child, that is already spoiled as hell, and I fill it with a little less healthy snacks.

I hand it back to him, receiving a grateful smile, I sit on the couch I and take the remote to turn the TV on, putting on some movie for kids.

We watch it together for a while, before my parents come to take Greyson, and to say theirs goodbye, since they will be leaving the next morning.

After saying our goodbyes, Timmy and I walk back to the couch, and I pick Mason up, before placing him on my knees.

Soon the movie ends, and it's time for Mason to go to sleep, he doesn't like the idea, but I manage to convince him to obey, with some extra snacks.

When he's asleep, we decide to have an early night, and soon we're off too.