Blizzard {complete ✔️}

Day 10, Night 11

That morning everyone woke up around the same time surprisingly. Well except for Braxton. He was sleeping in. Then again he was only a day old. Maybe they were supposed to sleep that much. Ezra didn't know how babies worked then again. Everyone kept their voices down during breakfast. Yet, some how Braxton still woke up as everyone was leaving. Arcann smiled picking up his fussing son who was currently wearing one of the three onesies he had brought in a bag with a few other things he thought he might have needed.
"Morning baby boy. How'd you sleep?" He asked looking at him. The tiny creature glared at the figure he knew as father. Braxton might spare him when he became ruler of the world. Yes sir, Braxton would rule it all but, he would spare this male known as father. Why? He was really nice and warms. Plus he loved to snuggle up to him. Yet, that was Braxton's own opinion. Anyone who disagreed with him was going to be the first person to executed when he took over the world.
"Well, that sounds pretty great." Arcann smiled holding his son tightly to his chest. He kissed the tiny boy. Braxton made a whining noise as his father kissed him. Ezra giggled a bit looking at the two of them.
"Oh you think this is funny?" Arcann asked glancing at Ezra. Ezra nodded his head yes with a smile. M rolled her eyes as she dragged her brother to go hunting away from the two males. She didn't want anyone to intrude on anything. Thexan meanwhile slowly dragged his boyfriend to the woods to get some more fire wood.
"Nah. It's more cute then funny." Ezra smiled. Arcann's face lit up more as his eyes filled with a look of hope. He thought he was cute?
"Oh really?" Arcann smirked. Ezra nodded as he got up. He stood behind Arcann looking over his shoulder to see the baby boy smile. Braxton smiled brighter seeing a fellow blue haired male that looked like him.
Now despite the smile Braxton was planning how to take over this world. He had large plans. One day he was gonna use a ship to take over the world with his father and this male by his side. Why? He knew how much he meant to father. The boy could just sense it. Somehow. So he had no choice but to include him in his domination plans.
"Yeah." Ezra smiled putting a hand on his shoulder. His head rested agent the other male's shoulder as his gaze fell on the baby. Arcann smiled looking down at his son. Yet, Arcann was blushing an awful mess which mad Braxton laugh about how his father was so funny at time.
"You know, I think he got your looks." Ezra smiled.
"Nah. He looks more like Johnny. He's also got his hair."
"I don't think Johnny looked that cute. Then again, I never meet him so, I don't know for sure. Yet, I think still thinks he looks as good as you."
"No. I don't look that good. Johnny always looked better."
"What? Who could look better than you?" Ezra asked with a smile. The two male's eyes meet for a second before Ezra began blushing like mad. Arcann did the same in response looking away quickly. Braxton glared at the two male straying to get attention. He was hungry and something called cute. He deserved food!
"Oh, is the baby boy hungry?" Arcann asked with a smirk. Braxton answered him by making a whining noise. Arcann giggled looking at his son.
"Hey Ezra, do you mind lev-"
"No need to finish. I'm gonna leave for a second. Just yell at me when you're done." Ezra stated walking out of the cave. Arcann giggled a bit as a large smile spread across his face. His checks had a very light almost invisible blush on him. He looked won at his son for a second only to get a glare from the baby back.
"Okay, I know. Enough crushing on someone for daddy. You just want food." Arcann sighed. Braxton cooed a bit in response before being feed.
Later that day Braxton soon found himself reeling them how they should get him a minion to help him with his plans. Yet, something told him that they didn't understand him quite well right now. Then again maybe it was a laughable thing. He never didn't know. He was only 16 hours, 35 minutes and 6 seconds old. Then again who was counting. He wasn't. Or he didn't think so. He didn't really know what counting was.
In what was left of the day he only cried six time. He cried three times over being super hungry. Each time he cried he was feed. Then he cried twice over wanting to be warmer. When he did that his father sat down with him closer to the fire to keep them warmer. He only remembered crying on other time. That was when a strange male who looked like father and sounded like father but, wasn't him picked him up. He even had the same eyes colour as him. Yet, he knew it wasn't father. Father was really warm, really calming and smelt really nice. Though this male who looked like him was just really warm and smelt really sweaty.
"Why does he cry for me? I look just like you!" Thexan stated holding the new born a few feet away from his body as he began blatting while squeezing his tiny hands into a fist. Large tears began falling out of the child's eyes onto the floor. Arcann sighed dropping down next to him. He held his arms out and Thexan hand him the baby. Within sound Braxton still had large tears leaving his eyes yet, he had stopped sobbing. Instead he was silently cooing as he began sucking on his thumb.
"I don't know. Maybe he just has to get used to you." Arcann stated sitting down holding his child closely to his chest while it let lose a few more tiny tears.
"W-he didn't have to get used to Ezra?" Thexan stated throwing his hands up in the air. Arcann smirked as he looked at his brother. Ezra smirked as well yet, to everyone's surprise Starkiller actually laughed a bit. Everyone spun around and looked at him.
"Story. It's just, you sound like me when M was first born." Starkiller smirked as he fishnet cooking.
"Really? You two get along so well though."
"Yeah, now. She warmed up to me though. So done worry about it. You're his uncle. You'll get him to warm up to you." Starkiller stated as he passed out some of the finished food to his friends. Except for Braxton. He was babbling while reaching forwards to try and garb his father's food.
"Now I say we all dig in before we die of starvation." Starkiller smirked a she removed his helmet. Everyone smiled as they dug into whatever they had for food. Starkiller finished first though. Then he found himself holding a brand new baby. Surprisingly it didn't sob like it had done with his uncle. Instead it just snuggled into his father's friend before slowly drifting off to sleep.
"He's really sweet." Starkiller smiled. Arcann smirked as he glanced at the male sitting next to him. His blue eyes then flew around the room seeing everyone else was fast asleep. He sighed seeing this. To be honest he didn't expect to be asleep at this time. He was to nervous about Braxton crying and waking everyone else up.
"He's just sucking up. He thinks that if we get outta here before Christmas you'll spoil him." Arcann smirked looking at the male. Starkiller rolled his eyes looking at the binder less male. Arcann had bags under his eyes.
"To bad for him I'm broke. Anyways, maybe you should go sleep. You look like you got hit by a bus." Starkiller stated.
"No, no, no. I'm fine. Besides what happens if he wakes up like he did last night?" Arcann yawned.
"Then his uncle Galen's got him. Now go to bed before I make you go to bed." Starkiller threatened. With a sigh Arcan snuggled up by the fire. He was half asleep in a few minutes. Meanwhile Starkiller was smiling while looking down at the tiny child.
"You know you're really good with kids." Arcann yawned.
"Thanks." He smiled.
"I can see why Johnny wanted you to be his godfather." He yawned. Starkiller felt his daw drop and his eyes popped out of his head. He spun his head around so quickly that he was surprised he didn't have a cramp in the neck.
"What? He wanted what now?"
"You heard me. God father." Arcann yawned as he fell asleep. Within sounds Starkiller was hooding back the urge to hug anyone. He looked down at the tiny baby boy in his arms. The tiny boy who reminded him so much of Johnny.
"Hey there buddy, you here that?" Starkiller asked. The tiny child whined in his sleep in response. Starkiller began grinning from ear to ear.
"I'm your god father." He smiled. His gaze left to the outside of the cave, a smile still painted on his face. The something hit him. Something Johnny had said as a joke at the time but, in his defence Starkiller wasn't normal. So at this time it made sense he was think he was being serious.
"Where am I gonna learn an how to speak in an Italian accent?"