“Baba,” The small omega peered into the bedroom, finding his parents sleeping in the large nest. “Baba…” He ran, small feet against the wood floor. He stared at them for a while before crawling in between the mess of sheets.
His father moved, nose brushing against the omega.
“Baba,” Demetrius pouted at him, “things.” He touched Harry’s fur, pressing his face against it. “Here please.”
Harry huffed out a short breath, licking his pup softly. Not five minutes later came another small sound of feet. “Deme…” Abigail entered, sniffing the air. “Deme?”
“Abi…” The boy sat up, holding out a hand. “Things…”
Abigail crawled to her brother carefully, not to wake their mother. “Talk in morning, Deme.”
Demetrius nodded, pressing his blanket to his face, getting comfortable against his father. Abigail crawled on top of Harry when the large white wolf shifted onto his back. She held out a hand for her twin, pulling him up, “love you, baba –love you, Deme.”
Demetrius breathed, closing his eyes, small fingers threading through Harry’s soft fur. “Love you…”
-
“Hi Demetrius,” Ezekiel smiled at the little alpha, “would you like to sit down, omega?”
Demetrius held on tight to his mother’s hand, “no.” He looked up at Louis with wet lashes, “home, Ama.”
“Therapy is very important, my love.” Louis crouched, “I will be here with you.” He touched Demetrius’ cheek, “we have to try, okay?”
Deme looked back at Ezekiel, “no…” He turned around, grabbing onto Louis’ arms, “no!”
Louis picked him up, walking further into the room. “I am sorry about this –again.”
Ezekiel smiled, “it is fine, trust me.” He sat on one of the little chairs after Louis. The omega picked up a soft toy, a small dragon that Demetrius usually responded well to. “Deme, would you like to hold Mr. Dragon today?”
Demetrius peeked, taking the stuffed animal slowly, hugging him. “Home, Ama.”
Ezekiel smiled sadly, “is it more of the same?”
Louis nodded, “well yes –and then more.” He rocked his sniffling son, “it is not nightmares but he also will not explain what they are exactly so –we can only assume they are not good. Even his eyes, my poor baby, he has such deep bags.” Louis sighed softly, kissing Demetrius’ forehead, “he is just –not sleeping at night which wakes up Abigail and then she is just a grumpy mess.”
“And have the mid-day naps been helping?”
“Yes, that is the only time he actually sleeps.”
“Still no crying at night, correct?”
“None, he is never upset but he is not sleeping either.”
“Things?”
“The things –what things,” Louis shrugged, “I have no idea.”
