[Angels and Demons bar]I'm a father?

Fattherhood. It was probably the single most terrifying thought to cross an un-expecting young man’s mind. Just the idea was overwhelming; to be responsible for another life, and not just the survival of that life but the morals taught to it and all the things this particular un-expecting father wasn’t sure he could do right. He had been afraid of his own father and was brought up with morals that don’t quite fit in with most. How was he supposed to push this little blue eyes, black haired infant he held in his arm, in the right direction when he wasn’t even in the right direction himself?

"…Tired huh?" The young and newly discovered father cooed in a soft voice to child in his arms, shifting him into a better position. The little boy in turn, rubbed sleepily at his eyes and gave a yawn in response to the question, wiggling his way to rest his head in the crook of his father’s neck and shoulder. This easily earned a small smile from the father and momentarily took his mind off of the convoluted thoughts running amuck in his head. He gave a yawn himself and rounded the next corner, more careful of his surroundings now that he was touting around a child. Having just departed a plane after spending the last week in California, taking a blood test , waiting for a result, freaking out and then having to gather up the infant’s things which wasn’t much, Draven was exhausted. He simply wanted to go home, plop down on his bed and sleep….but he didn’t have a ‘home’ to go to and couldn’t just bring his son to his dorm with him. His son…he had a son and he didn’t even know he existed until a week ago. He glanced down at the boy who was fast falling asleep in his arms and though being a father was still very much a scary thought, he wasn’t fearful of the child and rather, felt protective over him.

Though he hasn’t known his son for but a few days, it was almost instinctive to want to protect him and to take care of him. That might have been a result of the fact that his scent is similar to Draven’s own; everyone has their own scent that means something more to a hellhound who’s sense of smell is more keen than human’s. It may also explain how the infant so easily seemed to attach himself to the young man when he seemed overly shy with others. He didn’t give it too much thought however, as his mind was more focused on just what the hell he was going to say to Samael. He was dreading having to confront him with such sudden news like this and didn’t even want to think of how his parents were going to react. He didn’t want to put this kind of thing on any of them and had this knot in his stomach all the way to the bar. Taking a one year old to a bar? That didn’t exactly sound like a better option than bringing him to his dorm at the school campus. He wasn’t planning on taking into the actual bar part of the building however and instead made his way to the back where his boyfriend and his parents lived. About to make his way down the street the bar was on, it seemed the infant in his arms woke from the slumber as one minute he was completely silent and the next he was sitting up and whining.

"Hey…what's the matter buddy?" He asked, using a nickname he had taken to for infant. In return Draven received an upset look and his son reaching for something behind him, hand clenching open and close. Draven raised an eyebrow at the gesture before turning around and finding the source of his sudden change in mood; a small stuffed bear that Draven had nearly forgotten the little boy was holding. Draven turned around and stooped to scoop the bear up. As he knelt though, he placed the upset child on the ground and handed him the bear.

"See…nothin' to get upset 'bout." Draven wiped the tears of exhaustion from the boy's chubby cheeks and consoled him. When he calmed down enough, Draven pulled his own jacket off and wrapped it around him before picking him up. Once again, things were calm and the infant was fast falling asleep in his father's gentle but protective grip. After that, it was a quiet walk half way down the street and to the back of the bar. Though once there, he found himself stalling, wracking his mind for just how the hell he was going to go about doing this. He had practically disappeared for a week after a spending an entire day with Samael only to show up at his doorstep with a kid?! How the hell was he supposed to explain this?! Then, he figured it would all end the same and so he knocked on the door, hoping that due to how late it was, he hadn’t just woken everyone up but that at least Samael would come to the door. He didn’t know what to do and he needed help and he could only hope that his boyfriend of only maybe a month now would someone understand and his parents not flip shit on him.

“Before I say anythin’, dun freak out.” Was the first thing to come out of Draven’s mouth as a response. It was probably the most cliché and obvious thing to say in a tense situation like this but it was the first to come to mind. “Please.” He tacked on at the end, glancing down at the little boy in his arms who now had the stuffed bear he dropped clutched tightly in his little hands, though he was fast asleep. “I just got him to fall back asleep and I can’t handle anymore cryin’ right now.” He said quickly, knowing that would make things more confusing at first but hopefully in a moment it would make sense and it would stick. Samael wasn’t the type to really freak out on Draven for must…even though he did a lot of stupid things and says other things he shouldn’t. He could only hope that this wouldn’t be one of those things he would freak out on him for. He wouldn’t blame him if he did, he couldn’t really. After all, if it was the other way around and Samael disappeared without saying anything and showed up a week later with a kid, he would probably freak out.

“Samael, this is Aiden.” He introduced the little boy, pausing for a beat before adding the really crucial information. “…my son.” It was said a little hesitantly as he glanced from Aiden to Samael and waited for his boyfriend to freak out and his son to wake up and start crying. Well, there it was, out in the open and now he could really only hold his breath and wait. He had a long explanation ahead of him and would have probably already begun spouting excuses and making himself sound like a complete idiot but the child in his arms kept his tone hushed and from him doing such a thing. And suddenly all that anxiety he felt before came rushing over him; what if Samael reacted badly and he broke up with him? He couldn’t expect him to just be ok with this! What the hell was he thinking?!

‘Babies are sensitive. He’ll wake up from you feeling all that nervousness.’ At that, Draven took a deep breath and let it out slowly when his fears were practically snuffed out by the red head. He didn’t question how truthful that statement was and instead put his own focus on not freaking out. After all, he had asked Samael not to and he was…well he was taking this a lot better than Draven had when he himself found out. He glanced down at Aiden momentarily when Samael said he was cute and couldn’t help the small smile it brought to his lips. Samael’s calm over the situation was easily welcomes and relieving even. The kiss as well, was much appreciated and he half a mind to stop himself from turning his head and turning the simple kiss into a full blown make-out. He missed Samael and wanted to simply go to Samael’s room so he fall asleep with the red head in his arms as was what he had become accustomed too but he couldn’t do that, not just yet. He nodded at the offer of putting Aiden down to sleep in Samael’s room, oddly quiet for his usually loud self.

“I feed him not too long ago, so he should be good for a while and I have some of his stuff with me.” He shrugged the bag of Aiden’s basic belongings he had, further onto his shoulder as it had slipped partly off earlier. “The rest of his stuff is being shipped and should get here in a day or so.” He explained, having flown with only the essentials and having most of his toys, his crib and whatnot shipped separately. Seeing as all of that came with the kid as was written in the will, he not only now had a kid but all of his belongings as well which made things a little easier considering that meant less money to spend and an easier transition for Aiden. Even still, it was a lot to deal with.

“Look I ahh….I have an explanation for all of this.” He said, following after Samael back to his room. Another obvious statement but another one he felt the need to say. He did have an explanation for this and he didn’t want Samael to think he was holding something like this out on him.

Draven couldn’t help but give a low and light hearted laugh at Samael’s question, despite the situation not being funny at all. He missed Samael and all his little quirks and his nativity of how to lay a baby down was somehow humorous. Not the type of humor to have him howling with laughter but the cute kind that made him want to pull the other in close and kiss him. Draven himself wasn’t an expert but he still found it a little funny. Without saying anything, he simply smoothed out a spot in the middle of the bed before uncovering Aiden from his jacket and laying him down carefully so that he was on his back.

“He’ll be fine just like this.” He said, placing the bag he had slung over his shoulder by the foot of the bed before turning his attention back on Samael. “I’m sorry about this, I really am.” He apologized. “I know this is probably the last thin’ anyone would want for their boyfriend to suddenly bring home to them but I couldn’t just bring him to my dorm with me and if this aint ok I’ll…I dunno I’ll figure somethin’ out, save for an apartment or somethin’…” He trailed off, shaking his head of the thought before he started to overthink things. Not that he already wasn’t doing that.
“Ok.” He breathed then grabbed Samael by the arm and pulled him toward the door where they could talk a little louder with less worry of Aiden waking up and could still see him as well. It would be better to talk outside or something but he wasn’t about to leave his infant child in a room alone; he wasn’t that stupid. “Explanation….I have an explanation.” He let go of Samael’s arm to run both hands through his hair in and rub at his face as he tried to think of where to even start with this.

“Ok….I guess first of all.” He started out. “I wasn’t holdin’ this out on ya and it aint somethin’ like joint custody and it’s my turn.” He paused for a beat. “I woulda told ya I had a kid….” He laughed humorlessly. “I woulda told ya if I knew…” He trailed off for a moment realizing he had begun pacing in his anxiety over the situation. “I didn’t know ok? I didn’t fuckin’ know ‘till they told me the kid’s mother is dead.” He paused again, giving out another low humorous laugh and biting his lip, glancing back toward Aiden and then to Samael. “She’s dead.” He repeated, closing his eyes for a moment and letting out a slow breath and trying to keep his composure. “…and now I’m stuck with her kid…my kid.” He stated with a shaky whispered tone, obviously having a hard time holding onto that composure of his. He couldn’t help it, he cared for Aiden’s mother and both the shocking revelation of the fact that she was killed in a car accident and they had a child, were not easy for him to take. A mess of emotions and thoughts were hitting him hard and he was trying to hold them back as well as he could for Samael’s sake.

“I didn’t have to take him.” He said after a moment of falling completely silent save for the wiping of tears before they could even be shed. “I had a choice after the blood test came back with a matchin’ result but I chose to take him.” He glanced back up at Samael after having fixed his gaze on the floor. “His mother’s dead Samael.” He said once again, knowing he was repeating himself. “And he aint got no other family; she was alone….like me.” He admitted. That was one of the things that brought the two together in the first place; they could understand what it was like to be completely alone and with no family. “I’m all he’s got and …and I couldn’t just turn him down so he could grow up in foster care. He’s blood Samael, and I aint lettin’ him grow up alone and bein’ afraid ah what he is and I aint lettin’ him grow up like I did either.” That was a promise he had already made and though he was unsure about being a father, it was a promise he intended to keep. There was a lot more to it than that and Samael deserved more of an explanation. There was so much about Draven that he didn't know, and that Draven wanted him to know and that if anything was going to work between them past this point, he needed to know.

Samael seemed to be taking this a lot better than Draven would have expected anyone too and that was greatly appreciated and needed even. Draven was already freaking out himself and the both of them losing it wouldn’t be very good. He knew Samael was only trying to lighten the mood but the comment of bringing home a dead body made Draven’s heart skip a beat and caused him to hold his breath for a moment but he shook it off immediately after. Funny thing was, just three years ago he could have very well done that exact thing. His attention was put back on Aiden when Samael once again said he was cute which earned a small smile from him but it was short lived as the next of what he said replaced it with a frown.

“Let’s hope he’s not.” He said under his breath and more to himself than anything but it was still loud enough for Samael to hear. No, Aiden was innocent; even if he shared Draven’s DNA, he was nothing like him and he wouldn’t want for him to wind up being like him. Being told he did the right thing though, helped to get his mind off of both those worries. He hoped he had done the right thing; he didn’t want Aiden to grow up without both a mother and a father but he also wasn’t sure if being brought up by him was any better than being in a foster home. No, of course it was better than that. He was blood and the only he had left, besides of course distant family of whom he doesn’t know but that’s beside the point. Just when he was about to turn and give Samael a kiss before sitting down as he suggested, he noticed Aiden stirring in his sleep. Before long, an upset look crossed his little face and his eyes opened only for him to start crying.
“Shit.” Draven cursed under his breath, only for the fact that he wasn’t simply whining as he had earlier and giving a grumpy pout but crying and that crying was quickly escalating into screaming. That was sure not to go unnoticed by Samael’s parents who he was hoping to confront on the issue later when he figured out just how to do it and of course talked to Samael about it, but it didn’t seem like that was an option any longer. Immediately, Draven pulled away from Samael to pick Aiden to console him.

“Shhh…it’s alright, you’re alright.” He cooed softly to the infant, holding him against his chest and rocking him a bit while simultaneously running his back and trying to sooth him. He was sure he wasn’t hungry as he had just eaten not too long ago and though he hasn’t had him for long, he had already recognized his body language and cries he made when hungry as those were the most frequent and easiest to recognize; mostly it was just whining while opening and closing his mouth or putting his fingers in his mouth. Or at least that’s what he could tell in so far but these cries sounded more frightful than anything. Not that Draven was a baby guru or something and though he wasn’t the brightest guy, this was more instinctual, but instead of rushing around to find a bottle or baby food he simply held Aiden close and talked to him while rubbing his back. He didn’t know exactly, but he figured he was probably just frightened; waking up in a new place and hearing a new voice and well as probably being around unfamiliar scents. As a hellhound Draven could understand that last part and seeing as simply holding him and talking to him in a voice he was at least a little familiar with was calming him down, Draven just chalked it up to fear. That and it might have also had to do with the fact that Draven also had a familiar scent considering he had been in his care for the past few days and the fact that they did share the same DNA and so would carry a similar scent. It might sound silly, but scent was important to hellhounds.

“How the hell are we supposed to explain this to your parents?” He asked, keeping a rather calm tone for Aiden’s sake now that he was calming down, even though he was beginning to freak out internally once again as he began thinking of how his parents were going to react to this.