Lost in Time

Chapter 2: Nostalgia in Diapers

Almost a year after...

The next morning, Alan slowly woke up to the sound of a squeaky toy being repeatedly pressed. As he opened his eyes, he saw the source of the noise at the foot of the bed. It was his children, Jed, Jet, and Jade, playing with their toys. "Wake up, Dada, wake up!" Jade exclaimed with a big, joyous smile on her face.

Jeff also wakes up beside him then he turns to greet the alpha, "Good morning." He smiles at the man, "Good morning to you." They shared a morning kiss before they went on to their daily routine with their kids and house chores.

The first few months with the triplets were a whirlwind of feedings, diaper changes, and sleepless nights. Alan and Jeff found themselves immersed in a routine that revolved around the needs of their newborn sons and daughter. While Alan was grateful for their growing family, he couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia for the simpler days before fatherhood consumed his every moment.

For now, he pushed aside his doubts and focused on the present, determined to be the best father he could be for his kids especially since it looked like they were growing up fast almost every day. They could even walk and give small talk now, they were smart kids like Jeff.

The morning sun cast a golden glow through the windows of Alan and Jeff's cozy home, illuminating the chaos of breakfast preparations in the kitchen. Alan stood at the kitchen counter preparing the baby food with practice, while Jeff bustled around, setting the table and wrangling their energetic triplets.

Despite the whirlwind of activity, there was a sense of warmth and contentment that filled the air—a feeling of home that wrapped around them like a comforting embrace. As they sat down to eat, laughter and chatter filling the room, He watched with a smile as Jeff entertained their children with silly faces and playful antics, his heart swelling with love for the man who had stood by his side through thick and thin.

Beneath the surface, there was a shadow of sadness that lingered in Jeff's eyes—a hint of something darker, hidden behind his cheerful facade. Alan knew that Jeff carried his burdens, secrets, and regrets that he kept locked away from prying eyes, and as they exchanged knowing glances across the table, a silent understanding passed between them—a shared bond forged in the fires of adversity and loss.

Later that day, as Alan worked on a car in the garage, lost in the familiar rhythm of wrenches and sockets, Jeff appeared in the doorway, a troubled expression on his face. "P'Alan, we need to talk," Jeff said, his voice grave with seriousness. Alan set down his tools, concern etched on his features as he turned to face his husband. "What is it, Jeff? What's wrong?"

Jeff hesitated for a moment as if gathering his thoughts, before finally speaking. "I've been having these...visions," he began, his voice barely above a whisper. "Flashes of the future or something. At first, I thought I was going crazy, but they keep getting clearer, more intense." Alan's brow furrowed in confusion. "Visions? Again? What kind of visions?"

Jeff took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to reveal. "The visions I saw were all about you but our kids didn't exist then I see...darkness, P'Alan. A darkness that threatens to consume everything we hold dear..and I think that I have a part to play in stopping it, but I don't know how."

Alan's heart clenched with fear at Jeff's words, a chill creeping down his spine. Jeff's visions were ruthless to him and Alan wanted to protect him from those visions but somehow they still found a way to disrupt Jeff's peace. "Let's just hope it's nothing, we'll talk to Uncle Reval about it, okay?" Alan reassured his husband as he hugged him from the waist and rubbed circles on his back.

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"It might just be nothing Jeff, the medicine worked for Charlie, didn't it? Maybe you're just stressed, after all, you just gave birth a year ago." Uncle Revals says as he looks at the charts he kept for Jeff's hospital records. "But if it happens again, you can visit me next week for another dose and after that, if there are still visions we're taking you to a specialist I know." Hearing that, there was a glimmer of hope—a spark of determination that burned brightly in Jeff's eyes. He may not know what the future held, but he was determined to face it head-on, with courage and resolve.