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68 - The Morning After
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2025-06-09 07:09:34The sun had barely crested the hills when Mia unlocked the front door of the house.
The twins lingered behind her, quieter than usual, their steps soft and hesitant on the porch boards.Camden held her hand tightly, his little Alpha scent, warm lavender laced with the faintest thread of Ezra’s spice clinging to her skin like an echo.Caleb shuffled beside them, his own scent nearly identical but tinged more with nervousness, his favorite stuffed dino dragging by one arm.The house loomed before them, too still, too silent for a place that had once buzzed with laughter and lavender.Sebastian’s scent used to greet them at the door—that sweet, calming lavender that curled in the air like a hush but today, it was faint. Fading. Like a memory at the edges of her nose.Ezra had stayed behind at the hospital. He’d barely slept, refusing to leave Sebastian’s side. His scent—sandalwood and spice, usually grounding had gone sharp with
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The morning light spilled softly through the curtains as Sebastian zipped the small canvas bag shut. His movements were precise, quiet-almost ritualistic. The twins were already dressed and fidgeting near the door, the hem of Camden's shirt askew, Caleb's shoelaces still untied. "Okay," Sebastian called gently. "Put on your shoes, please." He touched the bandage at his temple, wincing as his fingers brushed too close. The hospital had said he'd need it re-dressed every few days. Ideally, someone else would've watched the boys-but Ezra was still on shift, and Mia was out celebrating her stellar exam results. Camden bounced on the balls of his feet. "Are you gonna be okay, Daddy?" Sebastian smiled through the dull ache in his skull. He reached out and smoothed Camden's sweat-damp curls. "I'll be fine, Cam. You boys just be good, alright?" Caleb nodded solemnly. "We'll help you. We'll be careful.
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Ezra’s hands trembled as he paced in front of the bed, every word heavy on his tongue.His heart pounded in his chest, raw and exposed. The weight of the silence between them was suffocating.“Seb, please… look at me. I never—never cheated on you. I swear. Clara… she was already pregnant when I—when we got together.” His voice cracked, desperation pooling in his eyes like storm clouds.He took a step forward, but Sebastian didn’t move. He kept his back to Ezra, staring blankly out the window, the soft evening light casting long shadows that softened his tense jawline. It was like a wall had risen between them, cold and immovable.“I didn’t know. I didn’t know she was pregnant, not until she showed up, four months along.” Ezra’s voice trembled, breaking with the weight of the confession.His fingers clenched at his sides, trembling like the rest of him. “I would’ve never—never—put you through this, Seb. You mean everything to me. But she—s
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The golden morning light spilled through the windows, wrapping the house in a gentle glow.Sebastian moved quietly through the kitchen, gathering stray toys and wiping away crumbs left behind by the twins’ chaotic morning energy.The faint scent of lavender clung to him, blending softly with the warm cinnamon and sugar from the muffins he’d baked earlier.At the front door, Ezra was lacing up his worn work boots, his hands steady and sure. The twins buzzed towards him like little bees, their chatter bubbling with excitement as they prepared to follow him to work—an unofficial “bring your kids to work” day, fueled by holiday freedom.“Dad, wait!” Camden called, clutching a small plastic wrench as if ready to tackle any task.“Don’t forget me!” Caleb added, matching Ezra’s stride with determined little steps.Ezra turned back with a grin that softened his rugged features. He crouched low to ruffle Caleb’s curls and tousle Camden’s
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It was three minutes before either of them moved. Sebastian stood at the sink, rinsing a glass he didn’t need to rinse. Ezra was by the fridge, arms folded, breathing like he’d just run a sprint barefoot through fire. The air between them was thick with heat—body heat, memory, and scent. Lavender laced with sweat and shame. Sandalwood curling under it, laced with something darker, muskier, edged in spice. The way Ezra’s pheromones flooded the kitchen made Sebastian's knees wobble, and the glass trembled slightly in his hands. “I think my daughter just caught me about to have sex on the kitchen counter,” Sebastian said quietly, voice brittle with disbelief and something almost hysterical. Ezra winced. His scent flared again—sharp, like clove smoke in the back of the throat. “She didn’t catch anything.” Sebastian turned, wide-eyed. “Ez—my legs were spread. You were between them. She’s not stupid
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It had been war getting the twins to sleep.They were relentless—restless from the change in rhythm, sticky with sweat and emotions too big for six-year-old hearts. They’d curled on either side of Sebastian like magnets, one clinging to his arm and the other murmuring into his shoulder.“Daddy, don’t sleep in your room, sleep with us.”“Please?”But Sebastian was healing, still nursing the sharp throb of trauma that lurked in his skull like a stormcloud. Ezra had stepped in eventually, scooping them gently up with a “Come on, boys. Let Daddy breathe,” though his voice cracked around the last word.They whined, clung, cried—even tried sneaking back out three times. “But we want Daddy,” Camden pouted, dragging his blanket behind him like a tail. Caleb nodded solemnly, lip wobbling. “Daddy makes the monsters go away.”Eventually, they settled.Mia too—curled up in her room beneath a reading lamp, her bro
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