The Prison Was Easier

Chapter 22

Nicolas' POV

The next morning, I walk downstairs alone, because I don't really want to wake Joshua up.

I walk into the living room, and the first thing that I see are two babies.

The one looks like it's definitely too small to walk, although he's running around the living room like he's on drugs or something.

The other one is much smaller, and he's laying on the couch quietly, while Timmy feeds him with a bottle of what looks to be a milk.

"Does he talk too?" I ask, gesturing towards the older kid who just now realised that I'm here, and he's staring at me.

"No, he's just one." He tells me.

"And how old are kids when they start to talk?" I ask curiously.

"About two or three usually, but the Omegas tend to take a bit longer, they sometimes still don't talk when they're four." He tells me, and I nod in acknowledgement.

"I thought that they have to be seven or something." I say, and he chuckles.

"Sadly, they learn it a lot quicker, and they talk nonsense all the time." He tells me.

"How many kids do you have?" I ask him, I know a few of then but I meet a new one every few days, so I think that there must be a few more.

"Mason, one of my mates, was my and Carter's adopted son until we learned that he's out mates, so I raised him.

And in the mean time, I had seven kids with Carter, then I had another seven with Mason, but I had only five pregnancies, because we had two sets of twins." He explains, and my eyes widen.

"How did you manage to watch all of them at once?" I ask him, and he smiles.

"The first seven kids were easier, because they weren't all the same age, but the younger ones were pretty hard to take care off, although I wasn't alone, I had two mates to help me." He says.

"This family is crazy." I say, and then I decide to ask the question that I'm a bit scared to ask, because I already know that my mate can get pregnant.

"Do your kids have this many kids too?" I ask him.

"Not really, they have up to four kids." He responds, and I sigh in relieve, four is still a lot but it's definitely not fourteen.

"Do you want to hold a baby?" He asks, and I shake my head, but he comes over with a baby anyway, and he places it in my arms, after he tells me how to hold it.

I'm a bit scared that I will drop him, and I have to force myself to not grip him too hard, but other than that, I think that I like it.

The other boy comes over, and Timmy helps him climb on the couch, then he sits next to me, and he pets his brother's hair.

I look up, I don't really know why, and I see that Joshua is standing in the doorway, smiling at the sight of me with a baby in my hands.