“I wish she was here to see our dream flourish.”
“If I know Ermaline, she knew this would happen,” Rosemary told Armand.
“She was always an optimist.”
They stared at each other, smiling as if they were speaking to each other mentally. But Scott knew that wasn't possible, they weren't mates. His sire was just as close to Rosemary as his bearer was.
"Rose, dear. Are you trying to steal my beloved from me?"
Scott looked over to the corner of the room, seeing his bearer appear in his kitchen. He was stunning, with beautiful blue eyes and bright silver hair that touched his shoulders. Scott and his siblings all had their bearer’s blue eyes, and while Roman and TaNia looked more like their sire, he’d heard many times growing up that he favored his bearer only taller and with more muscles.
"As if,” Rosemary snorted. “The man is very dedicated to you and no one else.”
Scott stood and greeted Braxton. “Hello, Bearer.”
"How are you, my little one?” His bearer touched his cheek. “You look tired and thin. Are you eating every day? Do you need some of my blood? Love, did you give him some of your blood?”
"I'm good," he answered. “I don’t need Sire to give me any blood. I’m well stocked for when I need some.” Scott didn’t require blood on a daily basis, but like any vampire, he needed to drink some for the nutrients it provided.
His bearer stared at him then turned to his sire. "He's lying, isn't he? Maybe I should take a break from the movie and come and stay with him for a few days.”
“For fuck sake,” Scott mumbled. He loved his parents, but they could be overbearing at times.
“Language, Scottland,” his bearer chastised.
"We've talked, dearest, and things will be fine."
"You two make me sound like a fragile piece of glass that will break any minute."
"We are just concerned for you, my son. I hate to know you are alone."
"I'll be fine, I promise," Scott tried to assure him. He took his bearer’s hand and kissed the back of it. “I eat three meals a day, And yes, I’m getting enough sleep.”
“I still worry,” his bearer said, concern in his voice.
“You two coddle him too much, let the man be,” Rosemary said. “Did you tell them?"
"Tell us what?" Braxton asked as he walked over to Armand and sat on his lap then reached for a chicken thigh, biting into it. "I love your fried chicken," he mumbled.
"Is that all you love about me?" Armand asked, caressing the side of his face.
"Don't answer. For the love of everything, please don't." Scott begged. “I’m still a bit scarred from catching you two having sex when I was a kid.”
He shook his head, trying not to think about the time he’d walked into his parent’s bedroom, seeing his parents going at it with his bearer riding his sire cowgirl style. Which brought on the sex conversation when he was five-years-old.
That image should have scarred me for life to not want to ever have sex.
“Catching us having sex taught you the importance of knocking,” his bearer said, around another bite of chicken.
“How the hell was I supposed to know you guys where in there doing what you were doing?”
“The screams of ‘oh yes, give me more’ and ‘don’t stop’ didn’t clue you in?” his sire asked.
“I was five!” Scott growled.
“Still, you should have known better,” his bearer said, giggling.
"You two will never change," Rosemary said. "Tell them your news before they jump each other at the dinner table."
