Supernus

First word

Supernus™

©2013

• Belle •

It's been months since our little prince came into our lives. He's almost 1. You probably can guess, he was excited and started preparing for this when Nicholo was 3 months. Our pack continuously grew as Gabe and Lay continued recruiting other Supernus. Now, we live in another house...pack grounds. We've bought a nearby mansion and everything that surrounds it. Our pack now has at least 200 members. The people with Nus-mates have their own houses, while teens stay in their seperate Pack House. The 10 people in command stays in the Main Pack House, along with their kids.

"Nicks, say 'Liam'," Liam knelt infront of me to look at Nicholo who was jumping on my knee.

"No, Nicks say 'Heather'," Heather, Liam's mate, pushed Liam away, making him crash on the floor, face first.

Liam rose from the floor, growling. He attacked her, making her head bang on the floor. I sighed, are they really Nus-mates? They couldn't have if they would always fight for dominance.

"Enjoying the show are we?" a voice whispered on my ear, hugging me.

"Nope, I worry that they would kill each other one day," I told Lay.

Lay chuckled, "How many times do I have to tell you, we don't die."

"So, we'll keep on populating the area?" I asked.

"Don't fret, we're the only Supernus in the world," He shook his head, laughing.

"And what are you two doing, imitating me?" Gabe crossed his arms.

He walked towards us, pushed Liam and Heather in the process. Liam and Heather growled at him but stayed down. I smiled.

"Gabe, good morrow," I told him.

"Why do you insist on talking like me?" Gabe huffed.

"Nothing, it's so cool to talk like you've lived with Cristopher Columbus," Lay chuckled.

"Talk no more, I shall search for my mate," he shook his head and left.

"Talk no more, I shall search for my mate," the four of us mimicked him and laughed.

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"'Da...ddy'," Lay cooed, playing with Nicholo.

"Daa...Daddy!"

"Praise the Mother!" I shouted, "Our son said his first word!"

I knelt infront of Nicholo, and hugged him. The others were surrounding us, excited. I heard a snifle behind me. I turned to Lay, still holding on to Nicholo.

"Why are you crying?" I laughed, "You're such a dork."

"Our son...called me daddy!" he smiled, tears falling freely.

"Nicholo, say 'Mommy'," I smiled.

"Mooommy," the little angel giggled.

"Praise the Mother!" we all shouted.