Finding

(29) Father and Child

Claude de Alger Obelia never knew a day would come where he'd become a father.

For all of his worth, he never found real romantic interest in either men or women. He'd only sometimes have the urge to fuck them and take control.

So, color him surprised to know one day that he has a child.

The said child was something he discovered as he was taking a walk along the Bow Bridge in Central Park. The child was a sitting on the banks of the lake and was seemingly staring off into space until both of their eyes had met.

His own gem like cerulean blue eyes met two colored gems; one was the same color as his while the other was like emeralds. Claude stopped in his tracks as he felt something within him snap into place and he felt the pull to get close to the kid.

The pull was his own magic that was screaming at him to get ahold of the other and protect them. Protect them from what? Claude didn't know. But the blond knew that his magic was usually right so he didn't give it any further thought as he took a deep breath and headed toward the quiet child.

Coming closer, Claude was finally able to notice how the other's long hair was a lot like his in color save for the fact it had a few noticeable streaks of silver. It was as if, the child's hair color had changed for some unknown reason.

Claude shook his head and focused onto the other aspects of the kid.

The child's face was lovely and looked that of a girl that Claude was wondering if his new daughter would accept him or if she already had a family of her own. Maybe they were with her. But he easily shot down the notion because what sensible adult would leave a toddler unattended and so close to the lake?

"Was she left behind here?

Was she left behind by one of the women he had ended up fucking?"

Frowning at the thought, Claude then realized how she stood up and was expectantly waiting for him which had his frown turn into a smile. "She knows. She could probably feel our connection too," he thought as he could sense the familiar thrumming of the other's own magic calling out to him.

Reaching out his own hand, Claude gave his brightest smile and introduced himself, "Hello. My name is Claude de Alger Obelia and I am your father."

So here they were now.

He was in his penthouse carrying a quietly sleeping child as he paced about. He was wondering if he should contact anyone from his own family when he remembered how he was disowned years ago because he was different and was forced to change his surname to that of an Obelia.

He was disowned just because his own magic was stronger and he used it more in offense instead of defense. So, making up his mind, he decided to keep quiet about his offspring and raise her on own his own.

Raising one child couldn't be that hard right?

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It was amusing.

Tord found his father just as amusing as he was when he first saw him all those years ago.

The man immediately assumed he was a girl and bought him quite a number of dresses and shoes that when he told the elder that he was a boy, he froze. Claude de Alger Obelia froze in embarrassment which had Tord giving the man a soft smile and telling him that it was fine. "It's fine, Papa. I wouldn't mind wearing all the clothes you bought me," Tord remarked as he didn't want to make the other's mood any worse.