I'm dead without you (omegaverse)

Phonecalls and Sinister Plans part 1

Dorian sat, once again, in the car outside the airport. On his face was the biggest, happiest of smiles. On his left sat the love of his life and in the back seats where his beautiful children. Everything that happened yesterday, all the anxiety, the pain, both physically and mentally, just melted away by the sight of them.

Caomhei was for her age a tall girl with red, thick hair that went down to her waist. Her eyes were green, just like her Dadiá's and her brother. Eamon was a big lad, like Dorian, but just like his sister, he had red hair, but short. Dorian loved that both his kids looked more like Finian then him. Caomhei had small freckles on her nose and cheeks, and Eamon had cute dimples, which the girls in his school adored.

Dorian had only been apart from Finian one day, but he missed him so much it hurt. The blond alpha stayed at his parents all night, completely exhausted, and this was the first time he kept secrets from his husband. Dorian hated it, he wanted to rely on Finian, to confide in him, but Dorian was determined to keep Finian from harm.

Finian, on the other hand, didn't tell Dorian about the call from Joy and that he had agreed to meet with Shiro Nakamura. That was because Finian knew Dorian all too well. Dorian would break down entirely if he knew Finian got involved. So the redhaired man decided that it was best, for the time being, to keep it all from Dorian.

Driving the long way back to London, Dorian asked his children about their stay in Ireland. Caoimhe refused to talk with him, which annoyed Dorian, but after a comforting pat on the leg from Finian, Dorian let the girl be. But Eamon, the champ, answered his father and the two of them had a nice talk about horses, his cousins and that Eamon had learned to talk some Irish, which delighted Finian because he never learned it himself.

Once they started to get closer to Chelsea, Finian cleared his throat, feeling a little uncomfortable, and turned to his son and daughter.

"As I told you before. There may be reporters at the house, but if we ignore them while we walk into the house, the guards will keep us safe. Alright?"

The kids nodded, but both Dorian and Finian could see that they were afraid.

"I promise you that nothing will happen to any of us! Everything will soon return to normal."

Caoimhe snorted in response, which made Dorian look back at her through the mirror, and Finian sighed, frustrated.

"Do you have something to say, Caoimhe?" Dorian asked in a stern voice.

The eleven-year-old girl just glared back at her Dad and then continued to look out the window.

Eamon nervously looked between his sister and his father. The thirteen-year-old boy was annoyed by his younger sibling because he understood that this wasn't his father's fault at all, and he was sure that Caoimhe understood that as well. But the girl was so determined to blame everything on her Dad and Shiro Nakamura. It was sad really because Caoimhe had loved the artist Shiro Nakamura and she considered herself to be his biggest fan. Posters of the black-haired, handsome man filled her entire room, and she was a part of every fan club the singer had.

Eamon thought the Japanese pop star had some pretty good songs, even though he preferred heavy metal. And he knew that Caoimhe, deep inside, was sad that she had lost her biggest idol.

Eamon was much more levelheaded than his sister, and he only felt sorry for both Shiro Nakamura and his two fathers. Eamon McCallister had a heart of gold, as Finian would say.

Arriving at their house, they saw that Finian had been right. In front of the building was around ten reporters. They all started to run to the car when the McCallister's arrived. Dorian took a deep breath and tried to not 'accidentally' run someone over and drove painfully slow to the parking lot. The guards ran towards them and pushed the screaming reporters away.