He was going to have a baby brother or sister...
Now, he already assumed that with his father's idiotic nature and inability to keep his dick in his pants around a beautiful woman that there were a multitude of bastards running around with his surname. But this one was different. This baby was important and it seemed that his father not only knew this but was actually attempting to be a proper father to it.
It had only been about a two months since Yumiko had announced the pregnancy, but Vincent could already see his father trying so damn hard to 'grow up'. It was like he was trying to make up for the fact he had failed as a parent once.
"Vincent?"
Looking up from the apple that he was staring at, thumb stroking over the smooth red flesh of the fruit, grey-brown eyes focused on the figure sitting opposite him at the cafeteria table. Noting the concerned look on his face he gave a small smile and reached over with his foot, stroking the other's leg affectionately. "I was just thinking is all," he said.
Before meeting Marshall he wouldn't have even admitted that he was thinking. Now though things were different. He had someone he truly cared about in his life and without trying to replace what he'd lost Yumi was doing what she could to help give him the feeling of belonging in a family again. Ainsely was helping his werewolf half to feel like it was part of a pack. Then there was Marshall.
Marshall who he'd turned to at first because of what he believed to be selfish reasons had become the most important person in his entire world.
And then there was his father.
Once he had blamed the man for all the wrongs in his life. If his father had never left he would never have been attacked by that werewolf. If his father had never left his mother would have never kicked him out. If his father had never left he would never have left Ireland...
If his father had never left he would have never met Marshall...
"Do you think the baby will like me?" he asked.
Marshall smiled, returning the foot-play with his own,nudging his foot against Vincent's. "Of course. Don't forget that it'll be half Ms. Callahan's baby and she likes everyone. Poppy has already proven that."
He wondered if Alex had asked Yumi the very same question. After all, the moment Vincent had discovered his father working in the town he'd threatened to trash his dental practice. But once the realization had set in and Vincent went and apologized. Ever since then two of them had been trying to reclaim a little of what they had lost. Things would enver be the same between them, but Vincent no longer hated him. He even referred to him as 'Dad' rather than 'father'.
Placing the apple down, Vincent pushed away from the table. "There's something I need to do."
Marshall gave him a worried look. "What is it?"
Smiling down at him, Vincent leaned on his palms on the table and leaned down to steal a kiss from him. "I'll be back before my last class, I promise, and then we can watch movies in my room all night." Unable to resist, he kissed him again with a touch more passion this time. "And maybe we can do more too," he suggested in a whisper with lips brushing lips with each formed word.
Another kiss, this one as a goodbye, and Vincent grabbed his bag and left the cafeteria with his destination firmly in his mind. It was working hours, but the receptionist was now firmly acquainted with the fact that Dr. Lyall's son didn't care whether or not he had a patient. At least this time he didn't have a murderous expression on his face as he entered the building. In fact, Vincent was smiling as he waved at the woman at the main desk and headed into his father's surgery.
There was no patient seated in the chair and Alex was sat at his computer filling in some dental form or other.
"Dad?"
The man spun around on his chair, brown eyes looking over at his son while a confused expression settled over his face. "Vincent?"
"Stand up."
Doing as he was told, Alex rose from the seat, holding up his hands defensively. "I haven't done anything, I swear!"
"I know you haven't, stop jumping to conclusions," he replied, stepping towards the man that had missed out on so much of his life. But if he had never left then Vincent was certain he wouldn't be the person (werewolf) that he was now. Looking up at Alex's face, he gave took a deep breath to steady his nerves before leaning in and wrapping his arms around his father.
Being a werewolf meant even in his human form Vincent was much stronger than the average human. He was always so careful whenever he held or hugged Marshall and now with his arms around his father;s waist Vincent tried not to crush the life out of the man's body while still giving him a warm and heartfelt hug. Closing his eyes tight, Vincent nuzzled against the shirt Alex wore, his memories prickling at the scents that reminded him of a man he once hugged years ago.
It was hesitant and awkward at first, but arms soon wrapped around him, returning the hug. "What's this for?" he asked. It was obvious that Alex hadn't expected this.
"When your kid's born I want you to hug them every single day," he said, voice slightly muffled by fabric. "Because even if you're useless and a complete douche sometimes you're still a Dad and they'll need to be reminded of that," he explained. "And you're my Dad too and I still love you."
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