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Parenthood.

Scott had never imagined himself a father. A son, a friend, a lover, and an alpha sure. Which role had been put upon him without consideration, but father...that was one of his choosing. The truth was Tye wanted a child, need a child, and Scott wanted him, needed the man he learned to love and cherish.

Here he was, sitting on a stool in front of the kitchen counter. His arms pressed against the cold marble top, the tip of his index finger tracing the tiny face of the many sleeping in his carrier. The's footsteps caught his attention, and Scott swore if he were in wolf form his ears would have perked up, hackles raised at the hand that inched closer to his son. He choked back the growl in his throat and squinted against the ruby glow that bleeds along the edges of his brown eyes.

Scott's voice was a whisper as he spoke. "We still need a name, and remember, I vetoed Abraham and Isaiah!"

Starting a music career wasn’t easy, but Micah was determined. He wrote new songs, worked in a music store during the day and performed a few songs in local pubs in the evenings. There was one particular pub which he enjoyed frequenting lately. It had nothing to do with the atmosphere but all with the man who watched him and waited for Micah to be done.

This evening wasn’t different, Micah had climbed on stage and almost immediately he had felt those warm eyes on him. The musician winked from behind his piano and performed his five songs, one particular lovesong ever so flirty as he smiled at the crowd. He got some applause and tips as he stepped of the stage and to the bar.

“Careful. Our protection spell only works up to that line...” Mike gestured to the circle of stones that surrounded their campsite. “Come back to the tent: you don’t want anybody to catch you in your underwear, do you?”

Zach gave a small chuckle and nodded. “Well, I’d say y’picking things up pretty quickly. The rate you’re goin’ you’ll be a master of the craft in no time.” Folding his arms over his chest, he watched the other man, suddenly aware of how hungry he was himself. 

Luis sits at the table of the restaurant, taking a sip of water he just ordered. He feels a little out of place, even if it is your typical Italian restaurant. This place is on the way towards Centercourt, an affluent area with a gated communities and nice homes that are half the size of his and Sofia’s place of residence. After a few minutes, Nicholas enters the restaurant, and Luis waves to him and their table. Now that he isn’t in a situation involving two red-handed teens smoking cigarettes, he takes time to take in the other man. He can admit that the other man is handsome as hell, with his outfit accentuating the features on his body. But, Luis is keeping his expectations low tonight, especially considering that he still has a wife. This will be a nice dinner with drinks with another parent. But if he is single and willing... Luis frowns and shakes his head, putting a hold on his wandering mind.

Henry smirked and leaned forward across his desk. He had worked with the PR company a few times before, only really going back for the cute boy that he had talked to on a few occasions. “Thank you for coming. I wanted to offer you a job.” Henry had never been one to beat around the bush. “Before you answer, you’ll have full benefits and I’ll pay you double whatever your current job gets you. The work I’ve seen you do is quite impressive. I want you on my team.” That was a lie. Henry had seen Callie’s ass in some very nice pants and from that moment decided that he would make the boy his. “You’d be working with me. My... Personal assistant. Someone I can rely on.”

Liam groaned from the bathroom, “Babe, I did something really stupid” he called out as he stood in front of the mirror shirtless.