A Change In The Weather (Malum mpreg)

3.1

Five Years Old

The terrible twos weren't as bad as Malum originally thought. The threes were the worst. They were constantly drawing on the walls and getting into things they shouldn't and it was driving Calum insane. Worst of all, they've started asking questions.

"Daddy, where your fingor go?" Or

"Daddy why you have cuts right dere?" but he never answers. He can't, he can't bare the thought of having to tell his children of his horrible passed so he only shakes his head and loses interest in whatever they were doing.

That's when Michael takes his place and their children simply ask him.

"It's because he's a warrior." Michael would say, picking up a crayon and finishing Calum's picture. "the cuts on his wrists are battle scars from each war he's fought." Michael explains softly.

"Is he still fighting them?"

"Who is he fighting?"

"No, Jack he isn't still fighting them..and he's fighting someone evil to protect you guys, Liam." Oddly enough Willow had stayed quiet through most of this.

"To protect us?" Jack asks with big eyes.

"But I saw new scars yesterday he must still be fighting them!"All of the kids were all talking at once and Michael's head was spinning, how could they notice and not him? Michael sighs but forces a smile and gives then dinner before putting them to bed for the night.

When he walks into his bedroom and doesn't see Calum in bed, his heart stops for a minute, but he assures himself that Calum wouldn't do anything too bad. "Cal?" he knocks on the door softly and doesn't hear anything but the light's on so he must be in there. "Calum, could you open the door for me?" he asks softly, not letting his voice reveal any of his fears. He jiggles the handle and discovers that it's unlocked and walks in. He sees that bathtub filled with water and a lit cigarette on the counter in an ash tray. He walks closer to the tub and prepares himself for the worst, but it's empty. Michael drains it and walks towards the hallway bathroom, unsure of his boyfriend's whereabouts.

"Calum?" he mumbles with his knuckles brushing the wooden door. He hears sniffles on the other side of the door and jiggles the handle and opens the door. He walks in and sees Calum curled up in the corner. "Cal." Michael breathes and goes to his side and brings him back in their own room.

"You know they don't think anything less of you." he mumbles when he's got Calum ready for bed and they're laying together. "We all still love you." he continues when the room goes silent. He rubs soft circles on his back and hips, his fingers brushing over some scars but he doesn't even flinch. "You have to stop." Michael tells him with a raw throat.

"I-I can't, they're screaming at me, the voices in my head." Calum finally speaks up, his voice cracking on every other word. "That I can't do anything right, Mikey. I don't know how much longer I can take it." he mumbles with a raw throat and burning eyes.

a/n:

Sad chapter woah.

Well I am a sad person.

Sorry not much child interaction buuuuttttttt

There will be next

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