Killian looked downat the sound of a drawer opening, his typing slowing. He snorted as a cookie floated out. “Skya…”
Standing, he followed the shadowy hand that was dragging the cookie away. Unsurprisingly, it led him right to Severo’s office. But as soon as he stepped inside, the hand disappeared, dropping the cookie on the floor, right in front of the playpen, as the little girl let out a squeal and reached for him.
“Kill-Kill!”
Oh, my cold, dead heart, he thought with a groan. “Aww, did Skya want to see her Uncle Kill-Kill?” Killian cooed, as he scooped her up into his arms.
The toddler squealed, his heart melting further when she hugged and cuddled with him. Chuckling, he snagged the still wrapped cookie off the floor. “Still want your cookie, sweetie?”
“Ookie?” she mimicked, like the precious child she was.
“Mm, it’s all yours.” He unwrapped it and handed it to her.
He turned to leave with her and found Severo standing in the doorway, his arms crossed.
Killian smiled innocently. “Need something?”
The Dweller sighed. “She’s manipulating you.”
He gasped. “I’ll have you know, she asked for me first! I just decided she deserved the cookie because she is such a good girl.”
Severo stared in disgust. “My Gummy Bear has you wrapped around her finger, Killian. Congrats, you are officially a sucker.”
“How dare you even suggest this precious wee child is a manipulator!” Killian tossed his head with a hmph. “Come, Skya, you can eat lunch with Cyrus and I!” He pushed past Severo, who just sputtered, but didn’t stop him as he stormed away.
Cyrus struggledto hold back his laugh as he eyed Skya, while Killian explained why they were now going on their lunch date with a toddler in tow. His Baby had been suckered, but he looked happy, so who was Cyrus to expose the little girl?
“Come on, you two, let’s go eat,” he said with a chuckle. His smile widened as Skya squealed happily, Killian tickling the little girl and gushing over her.
Ahh, he knew Killian loved children. It was so clear anytime the Siren interacted with them. More so since Skya came into their lives. But he also knew with the man’s fucked up childhood,Killian would never give birth. And Cyrus wasn’t sure he would be so willing to either. But adoption…yeah, they could do that.
Wrapping his arm around Killian as they left the building, he smiled as the idea took hold. It would be nice, having a child to care for and raise with Killian, biological or not. It wouldn’t be bad at all…
Ender sighed when Soren blocked his way as he stood from the dining room table. “Something is up with you.”
He faked a smile and lied. “Nothing is up with me.”
“Oh? Nothing, is it? Care to explain then why you are constantly snapping at people? Or why you made the last three new recruits cry after sicking your chickens on them? Not to mention, the one you attempted to shoot before threatening to fry and roast on a spick.”
“He wanted to eat my chickens!” Ender hissed.
“Yeah, as one does when they think of chicken.”
“HE CAN EAT THE DAMN LAB GROWN SHIT! IT TASTES THE SAME!”
“For fuck’s sake, Ender. You have been moodier than normal for almost two months! What is going—” Soren suddenly cut off, the Harpy’s eyes going wide as he continued to stare at him.
Ender winced, fighting the urge to cover himself, when his brother’s gaze flicked to his stomach and the man began to squint. The oversized dress shirt he had on covered his bump, but…ah shit! Just, not yet! He wasn’t ready for people to know yet!
“Whatever you’re thinking, you’re wrong!” he cried. His gaze flicked to his inner circle, who were now talking amongst themselves about the weather and other random shit, wisely pretending they weren’t there and didn’t hear their conversation.
“Holy fuck, you are pregnant,” Soren whispered.
“I didn’t say that! You said that. I didn’t!” He pushed past him.
“Ender!”
“NOPE!”
