“ENDER, GET YOUR PREGNANT ASS BACK HERE!”
Ender spun with a horrified gasp, his hands slamming over his brother’s loud, big fat mouth, as he hissed, “Would you shut up!?”
Soren glared over his hands at him. Smiling hesitantly, he glanced at his inner circle, who were now doing a much worse job at pretending they weren’t there. Some were now frowning, as if they weren’t quite sure they heard what they actually heard.
A nervous laugh slipped out, as Ender said, “Ignore him, he’s clearly losing whatever’s left of his ever-loving mind.”
Turning a glare his brother’s way, he dragged the Harpy out of the dining room. Ender marched him all the way up to his bedroom, where he pushed him inside. Slamming the door shut, he shoved the Cryptid against it and pointed a finger in his brother’s face. “You will drop this!”
Soren crossed his arms, still very much glaring. “Who’s the father?”
He let out a laugh of disbelief and backed up, sitting down on the edge of his bed as he answered honestly, “I don’t know.”
And he didn’t. It was really up in the air as to whether it was Killian or Cyrus. Though, based on how big he seemed to be carrying, and the fertility issues Sirens had, it was likely the Grimm’s child. Which wasn’t the best outcome, but he’d take it. Ender, however, was pretty sure his genes had managed to defeat the mighty Fates, because it was definitely an egg.
He was… He wasn’t alone anymore. Though, he also wouldn’t be able to hide it much longer, or not at all, if Soren didn’t shut the fuck up.
The Harpy’s face twisted, as he stared at him for a moment, looking baffled, before snapping, “What do you mean you don’t know?! You can’t be that fucking far along, and your memory isn’t that shot…yet.”
Ender smiled, and snidely drawled, “I don’t know, because I don’t know which man it happens to be.”
“How many people did you sleep with?!”
Ender pursed his lips. “That is a rather personal, and frankly, out of line question to be asking your little brother, don’t you think?”
“Who is the father, Ender?!” the Harpy screeched.
“Like I said, I don’t know. There are two possibilities, as it happened with more than one person at the same time, and based on the activities, they both have at least a chance.”
Soren took a few deep breaths before letting out an angry trill. “See, here’s the thing, Ender. I know most of your movements, sort of how your paranoid ass set up the organization here. I also know exactly when your birth control ran out, though that was more just dumb luck, I just didn’t realize you hadn’t bothered to refill it.
“But based on the range, there is really only one location where you were out of my sight for long enough to dothat,and I’m honestly not liking the fucking prospects ofwhoit could be right now!”
Ender smiled sheepishly. “Well, you definitely will not like it when you know for sure, so let’s make you happy by me not telling you!”
“ENDER!”
He flinched, huffing, “You are really yelling at a pregnant person right now?!”
“Ender,” Soren ground out dangerously, before yelling with his accent out in full, “Who on that blasted, thrice-fucked clusterfuck did you FUCK two months ago?!”
“I feel that is one too many fucks in one sentence.”
“Ender!”
He pouted. “Honestly, yelling at me when you should be able to easily figure it out, knowing it was with two people at the same time.”
His brother’s brow pulled together, before his eyes narrowed again, and the man said with an enraged roar, “I’m going to fucking kill them!”
“WHAT?!” He rushed off the bed when the Harpy spun, yanking him back by his hand. “You are not going to touch them!”
Soren looked at him, his face twisting with rage, but also worry, as feathers sprouted along his skin. “You were fucking vulnerable! They?—”
“I was cold!” he snapped. “I was cold, Soren…and they made me warm, and now…” He slowly slid his brother’s hand over his bump. “Now they have given me something that I failed again and again to get by myself. I’m happy, so you need to leave it be.”
Soren hesitated, the feathers receding as fast as they came, while his gaze flicked downward. The Harpy’s hand tensed everso slightly on his bump, cradling it. When the man looked back up, there was a question there. “Failed with what, Ender…? What are you talking about?”
Ender gripped his brother’s hand. “I tried, years ago…to get pregnant. I was so tired of being alone. I know there are others of my kind out there somewhere…not many, but…they don’t really want to be found. So, it’s just me here, and I…I tried. I went out and slept around. But it didn’t work. Five years…I tried for five years before giving up and going back on my birth control.
