Chapter 62: The Children

Mordred was looking at us with trust in his eyes. Morty looked like his feathers were ruffled.

Both Nate and Aron looked at our sons with guilt in their shining orbs. I didn't understand why their eyes were shining right now, but I was pretty sure that it wasn't because they were going to attack anyone.

"Papa… you look well," Mordred took out a platter with muffins, making a couple of uncertain steps towards Aron and Nate. "I made these."

My baby was trying to mend the wounds of our family with his cooking.

I wiped a tear from the corner of my eye.

He was my son!

"And I made these," Morty took out three bottles. I had no illusions as to what they contained.

Blood.

I smiled widely.

My babies had taken after me!