CHROMIA SERIES

The Last Male Carrier 3

Papa and His Little Pocket

Flynn

10 years earlier

"Stay here pocket, okay?" My father said as he carries me to my queen size bed. He tried to settle me down on the soft material but I, on the other hand, just kept on clinging onto his massive body.

"You have to let go Flynn. They're coming soon." He reminded and smiled encouragingly as he tried putting me down again but being the childish I am, I didn't listened instead I tightened my embrace around him.

"Flynn..."My father's voice growing impatient but still I refused to let go. I shook my head letting him know that I don't want to be left again. He knew I could be so stubborn sometimes but he always handled it well. Taking my last chance, I showed him the cutest pout my lips could that I knew he couldn't resist. Not too long, my father sighed in defeat.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and let me sit on his lap, my legs straddling his waist. I rested my head on his muscular chest and let my ear listened to the beating of his heart. He wrapped his arms around my waist protectively then planted a kiss on top of my head.

"You do understand why papa does this, right?" He asked and I nodded in response. My hands started to play with the buttons of his polo shirt.

"It's too dangerous if they see you, especially his son." I could feel the worry in his voice making me looked up to see his face. My father is really a handsome man. No wonder my mama fell in love with him. Not that I'm saying that they both fell because of the looks. My father is the best father every child could ever have and I was very lucky that I'm the one to have him as my papa. He always prioritizes me. He took cares of me. He never fails to make me smile. And he loves me for who I am. That's why I couldn't ask for more.

"Maybe we could be friends." I blurted out, referring to the son of Mr. Callaghan, my father's bestfriend. Speaking of a 'friend', I never really had one. Ever since I was born I was kept away from people. I was kept away from potential breeders. So they never let me left my room. I seldom go outside and when I do that, I always have to wear black shades just to hide my eyes, just to conceal my true identity.

A gentle kiss on the tip of my nose woke me up from my thoughts. It made me scrunched up my nose when I felt the tickling sensation the kiss had given to me.

"You know his son is a breeder and he doesn't know about carriers-I mean male carriers." My father amended.

"I wish I could have a bestfriend just like you papa." I said feeling dejected as I looked towards the window and saw the dimming sky.

"I'm very sorry Flynn." I immediately looked back towards his face when I heard what he just said. I frowned in confusion. What was he sorry for? "Sorry if papa let you suffer like this. Believe me pocket, papa never wished for any of these things that has been happening to us. I never intended for your childhood to be cage around the four corners of this room. Sorry if-"

I didn't let him finish and launched myself onto his body, hugging him tightly as I buried my face on the area where his neck and shoulder met. Hearing him say those things breaks my heart because there's nothing for him to be sorry about. It was not his fault or anyone's fault that I became what I am. This was what life had given to us so might as well just accept it and go with the flow.

"Love you papa." I mumbled against his skin.

"Papa loves you more, pocket."

-

I continuously swung my feet as I sat on the edge of the bed. It has been hours since Mr. Callaghan and his son arrived to the house. Of course, as the usual routine everytime they would visit, I was left alone inside my room. My father didn't locked me though and he will never do that by any chance. I might had been always left inside this chamber but my father never locked the door. At all times, he would tell me that I'm not a prisoner to be confine. That made my heart swelled and made me love him even more.