The king'sfuneral was a quiet affair, at Killian's request. He didn't want the entire pack involved. Most of them didn't know the king personally, and Killian was sure his actions had hurt many more of them while he was still alive.
Amy and Stark, both dressed in black and looking solemn, had carried the king's casket to the graveyard behind the manor. Stark said some words, representing the royal guard and his own experience serving under the king for so many years. Killian and Scout had personally invited Kyle, who had been there in the king's final moments. The little omega sat quietly at the back of the group until it was finished.
It was the night after the funeral had taken place. Killian was exhausted. The weight of the situation had finally hit him — his father was gone. The king was gone. Killian was no longer the prince, but had inherited the title of king. A heavy sigh escaped his lips. He was no longer responsible only for Scout and his child, but the entirety of Whitewood pack.
He sat on the edge of the bed, deep in thought.
Steam flowed out of the bathroom as Scout emerged with a white towel wrapped tightly around his waist. At the sight of his mate with his head in his hands, Scout strode over and took a seat next to him. He silently wrapped one arm around Killian's shoulder and held his hand firmly with the other. Killian leaned into him. They shared a quiet, comfortable moment together before Killian finally spoke.
"How are you feeling?" he asked.
Scout chuckled. "Why are you worrying about me? I'm the one who should be asking how you are."
"I'm fine," Killian said. "I always am."
Scout gently pressed his fingers to his mate's jawline and turned him so they faced each other. "Whatever you're going through, I want to share it with you. You're not alone, Killian. I'm with you."
Killian felt a surge of affection for his omega. He leaned forward so their foreheads touched. "What did I ever do to deserve you?" he mumbled.
"I could say the same thing." Scout kissed him softly. "You know... there's something I've been thinking about."
"What is it?" Killian asked.
Scout held Killian's hands in his own, fidgeting. "Our baby is on the way and we haven't even thought of names." He paused. "Well, I mean it's not like we've really had time to think of names, but still."
Killian nodded. Even just the mention of his child made his heart feel warm. "You're right. Did you have any ideas?"
"I do," Scout said hesitantly. "But feel free to say no if you don't like them, alright?"
Killian wondered why he was being so cagey but nodded. "Okay."
"Your father's name was Kenneth, right?" Scout began. "For a boy I was thinking Ken, and for a girl, Kendra."
A smile broke out across Killian's face. "I love them."
Scout's eyes sparkled. "You do?" He blushed. "I was worried you wouldn't like it, or it would be weird of me to suggest..."
"Not at all," Killian said. "They're perfect." He grinned and kissed his mate's lips. "Just like you."
Scout's cheeks turned red and he rolled his eyes playfully. "Come on." He laid back onto the pillow, pulling Killian down along with him. "You've had a long day. Let's get some rest."
Killian thought about objecting — the mischievous edge in his mate's voice was exciting — but as soon as his head hit the pillow, the exhaustion hit him like a ton of bricks. He could barely keep his eyes open long enough to see Scout smile and give him a goodnight kiss on the lips.
"I love you," Scout said.
Killian managed to smile back and murmur, "I love you, too..." before drifting off to sleep.
