Why can't he be my love? (Yaoi story/mpreg)

Chapter 15

"Rehanah! Look what I caught!" Breeze came running over to Rehanah who was helping his birth father sort beads. He smiled showing off the wild turkey he shot. It dangled by the foot. Breeze was especially proud of this kill. Depending on how big the turkey was, is how long their love will last.

"You got a rather big one there." Rehanah's birth father smiled. "Looks like your marriage will last long." Breeze blushed and nodded. Rehanah's father, (his name was Duran) stalked out of the tent. He was second
strongest in the tribe right behind Obion. He glared over at Breeze before calling over to his only son.

"Rehanah, come.." Rehanah sighed, handing the tray of red and purple beads over to his birth father and giving Breeze a little smile. He ran up beside his father and followed him away.

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"Now tell me." Rin felt around Rehanah's stomach. He had a slight bump. "Did you and Breeze mate?" Rehanah jolted up and looked at the doctor with wide eyes. Then over at his father who crossed his arms.

"Is something wrong?" He looked at Rin with a worried face.

"What's wrong is that you're pregnant!" Duran argued. Rehanah looked down, shaking. He was about to cry, but was told not to by his father.

"T-then, that means I-I'm a birth father. You were wrong." Duran slapped him right across the face, not caring that Rin was there. Rehanah whimpered, favoring his now red cheek.

"You are not a birth father! You are my first born son. You are going to be a great warrior no matter what!" He snatched Rehanah's arm and pretty much dragged him out.

"Father, please!" Rehanah tried pulling from his grip. Duran threw him aside and glared down at him. Rehanah flinched And clutched his shoulder.

"When that child is born, I'll kill it. I don't care if it's the chiefs grandson or not." Duran started walking back to his tent, leaving Rehanah there on the ground. He looked down at his shoulder which now had a bruise. "Get your ass up. Quite being a weakling." Rehanah got up slowly and made his way to his tent.

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"He is not a loud outside of this tent anymore! I don't want to see him with the chiefs son either!" Duran slammed his spear down. His husband flinched and stumbled to the ground. His strands of long hair got in his face.

"You can't just keep him locked away from the outside world! So, what if he can bare children? He mated with the chiefs son. They're child will be strong." Duran threw a pot at him. It nearly hit his head.

"He is not a birth father! He is a great warrior like I!" Duran sat on his chair and held his head. "He is not going out till that child is born. Even after that, I won't see him as my actual son. He lost his honor and respect from me."