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.
"…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.