Starting Over

Seventeen

3rd Person

The Forrest Fae's grip never faltered, even when pulling his boy into his chest tighter. His breathing was jagged as he pulled him out it the carriage.

"NYX!" he cried for his husband. "NYX!" The urgency in his voice made the dark fae almost topple over with the speed at which he ran out of the house. The fear that something had happened to his boy and his husband shocked him like lightning.

His eyes widened as he saw the cart and a loud cry ripped through him when his husband turned around holding his lost boy. Tears pricked his eyes as he rushed forwards.

"He came home, he came home, he came home!" Reka was muttering, tears streaming down his cheeks. Nyx's pressed himself against the back of Jayland, sandwiching him between the two bodies. He held the two shaking bodies impossibly close. He could feel the chill on his child's skin.

"Inside, get him inside!" He gasp and that seemed to shake his husband out of his fluster. Letting them both go as Reka brought him inside.

He turned to the Cart driver, who was now standing a few feet away, hopping from one foot to the other, with tears in his eyes. He perched forwards with tightness in his chest, wrapping his arms around the bunny man. Nyx had a few inches on the man but not a lot.

"Thank you " he sobbed out "thank you, thank you, thank you," he chanted out repeatedly his words coming out fast, he could feel the dampness in the coat that the man worse, fibres of the man's scarf tickled his cheek.

Kip hugged the man back, rocking him gently while rubbing his back. Slowly the Fae's breathing slowed and the sobs that wracked his body ceased.

Standing up straight the dark far looked slightly lost, his eyes darting around the face of the man in front of him.

"Tea!" He blurted out, "Tea! Tea ! tea! tea!" He started leading Kit towards the house.

"Aye, calm down," the Rabit man dug his heels down into the dirt bringing them to a halt. "Yer needs time with yer wee one, Yer won't be a good host when yer fussing with him" he explained. He watches the fae face drop. "If it means that much to yer, I and the misses will come back in the evening, when things have calmed down" the fae paused, thinking over the proposal.

The Fae looked at him and nodded giving him one last hug, and whispering one last thank you before running off into the house.

Entering the kitchen he saw a bottle warming in a bowl of hot water. He tested it and went to find his husband with his child.

Reka had him wrapped up in a blanket on the brown couch, his head poking out of the cacoon and was snuggled under the faes chin. The fireplace was newly loaded with three logs. "He's stopped shivering but he still says he's cold," he says.

Nyx shakes the bottle with a warm smile. "This will help" he sits down next to them and hands his husband the bottle who positions Jayland so his head on his arm and gently gives him the bottle.

Jayland, who had eaten scraps for the past days, gulped down the bottle, having to be stopped every couple of seconds to prevent choking, his dad and papa cooed and shushed him with every small noise and gurgle he made, all until the bottle was completely empty. 

The forest fae kissed his forehead and then moved so they were in the burping position. He then delivers three short pats onto Jaylands back. Which although minor, sent shockwaves of white pain through Jayland as they landed right on it and bruises. He let out a short yelp and pushed himself away. 

Reka, being slightly confused, pulled back his hand and let out a harsh gasp, his fingers were spotted with specks of blood that had seeped through his shirt. He snapped his head towards his husband and showed him the blood. Nyx shot out of his seat wide-eyed and gently pulled Jayland's top up. 

He let out gaps, the same gasp as his husband's seconds before. across his back was a lard dark bruise which had split into several places, it looked as if Jayland had fallen against smoothing. Hard. 

"We need to check him," Nyx said coldly, his mind playing through all the dangerous scenarios that could have happened to his boy for him to get such a bruise. 

Reka stood and Jayland made a noise of complaint as he shivered, the blanket being discarded on the floor. The marched straight to the nursery and placed his boy on the changing table. Reka bent down to kiss him on the head to comfort the poor boy but paused as he spotted a dark, sticky clump of knots in his hair. Jayland fought his hands as he gently pulled the hair away and his breath caught in his throat. He saw the large gash which had turned a funny colour. "Nyx..." he began as the Fae came back to the table with a pile of clean, dry cloths. Nyx looked at the gash and gave a worried look to his husband. 

"call for the doctor" he bit out. Reka nodded and hurried out of the room. 

Nyx carefully undressed the human, as every cut, bruise and small round burn mark came into view something dark rose in his stomach. Although Jayland had shown signs of being a clumsy and slightly reckless child he knew that these weren't a result of his recklessness or clumsiness, they were too precise and too well hidden. Almost as if he had gotten into a fight.  

Reka hurried back in, " the doctor will be here within the hour, they also said we should both him as well" Nyx didn't acknowledge him. 

"Nyx?" Reka asked "is every-" "I'll kill him" Nyx interjected. " I'll fucking kill him"  he repeated in his home tongue. 

"No..." Jayland replied In a small voice. "I did ." 

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