"Have you told him?"
"No." Abraham was whispering in the dark of his room. "I cannot. I do not even think he will believe me."
"My uncle is incredible and, if anyone can help you, it is him."
"Maybe I should speak to Matthew."
"Yes, but I think frændi will want to know first." Isaac was also whispering on the other side of the phone. "He will be so happy, Abby."
"I know." Abraham sniffled, considering crying, "I just do not want him to be disappointed when I cannot do it again." He wiped his eyes, "I was thinking how happy he would be but then -what if he is just annoyed with me."
"Never, not him," Isaac's voice was encouraging. "He loves you -everyone can see that. You are his first child, and he will be proud of you. He will not just be proud, Abby, everyone will be. You have done something impossible -something unheard of."
"I only care what he thinks. Is that wrong?"
"No, it is not. You love him and want to make him proud, that is all."
Abraham wiped his face, "okay -I will tell him. Even if he is not happy, I know my mom will be." He clutched his shirt, "I will tell him tomorrow."
"You are not going to tell him tomorrow, are you?"
"I am not."
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"Stay here." CJ adjusted his shirt, "and behave."
Abraham held onto his father's leg, frowning, "mama."
"Your mom is at work." He shook the boy off, "I have to go somewhere -I'll be back later." CJ swatted him when the child tried grabbing him again. "I said let go!"
"Mm," Abraham whined when his father left, leaving him alone in the large house. "Daddy!" He knocked on the front door, unable to reach the handle, "daddy!"
He cried, sitting on the cold floor, peeing himself. No diaper, underwear, because big boys wore underwear. Abraham wiggled when the wetness became uncomfortable, "mama!" He ran to his and mama's 'safe space', the closet. "Mama!" He hid, closing the door as best as he could, "mama!"
-
"Baba," Abigail played with her older brother's long hair while her father cut her small toenails. "I have a question."
"You always have a question." Harry took the other small foot, kissing it before he started cutting. "What is your question, Abigail?"
"Mama gave birth to Abby right?"
"Right."
Abraham opened one eye, "He did."
Abigail nodded, kissing his nose, "but not with baba, with someone else?"
Harry nodded once, focused, "yes, that is right."
"So, does that mean Abby is our half-brother?"
Abraham stood up, walking away. Abigail frowned, wiggling her foot, "Abby!" She whimpered when he left the room, "Abby! Baba he is ignoring me!" The alpha growled, trying to kick her foot free from Harry's grip, "let go! Abby!" She screamed, "Baba!"
