Kael’s POV
"It’s for everyone," Lucian added.
"Even if you didn’t say," Rafe already had his portion, after offering Roman one as well, and said, "Rome, we poor children can eat as well. In our childhood days all this was just a dream." He let out an exaggerated sigh.
Roman offered him an agreeing nod. "Precious dream indeed."
"Stop being a drama queen bitches again," Lucian muttered, annoyed at the two. "Get over it already."
"Okay, daddy Lucian," Rafe winked, unfazed. "Don’t scare the poor kids."
"Fuck off," Lucian grumbled under his breath, picking up his ice cream and settled in on sofa.
Meanwhile, Eira leaned toward Raven, whispering softly to him, "You can’t learn the bad words they say. Alright?"
Raven nodded obediently.
"Good boy."
She didn’t even attempt to scold Rafe and Lucian anymore — it was clear she didn’t have the energy. Instead, she focused on guiding her son, the only one she cared to correct.
Rafe scoffed. "Wait till you hear your mommy talking worse than us. She has a PhD in cursing."
"Shut up, you—" she stopped herself just in time, casting a quick look at Raven.
"What? Say it," Rafe teased, raising a brow.
She glared at him, then looked directly at me.
I understood immediately."Rafe. Focus on eating."
Inside, I couldn’t deny it — the small act of her looking to me for help meant more than I could express.
Rafe groaned dramatically and returned to eating.
"Kael, you’re not eating?" Roman asked.
"I’m good."
"You won’t lose your muscles if you eat sweets at least once," Lucian commented, then turned to Raven with a grin. "Do you think Daddy Kael should eat with us too?"
Raven looked up at me — and the look in his eyes wasn’t demanding.Just hopeful.Soft.
I exhaled quietly. "I’ll have a few bites."
Raven gave a small smile — barely there, but enough.
So I picked up the small dish of brownie. Sweet foods were far from my preference, but I forced those first bites down, swallowing past the unfamiliar sweetness.
The reactions around me were immediate — laughter, grins, amusement.
"Only a woman and child can make a man do what they don’t like," Rafe announced proudly.
"Eat quietly, or you’ll go back to those childhood days of only dreaming of eating," I warned, tone flat as ice.
Rafe shut his mouth instantly.
I could see others were smiling, including Eira, somehow trying to suppress it.
I sighed and ate quietly just because they were insisting.
Just a while ago this home had sad and guilt ridden vibes, and now it was entirely changed. Now this home felt like our happy heaven.
Once we had done eating, the rest of us moved to our things.
Rafe, the idle one among us five, sat next to Raven and they turned on the TV. They watched a cartoon of adventures of a young wolf kid with his family.
"Raven, do you see that baby wolf has parents, and then siblings as well. See his little sister and oh, and that cute baby brother as well?" Rafe asked.
Raven nodded.
"You also have one mommy and five daddies, right?" Rafe asked.


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