Mr Always Right (MxM)

"Hello again Mr Talisker" Mr Delano smiled at me when I opened the door to let him in. Mr Delano is Wil's tutor, well one of them anyway. He's quite young but that's probably because he's still a student at university.

The school hires students to teach kids who need to learn general knowledge and honestly I don't see anything wrong with it. In fact I kind of wish I knew about this when I was studying. Wil is learning really quickly and seems to like Mr Delano, maybe even a little too much but that's really something I want to ask him after I have more evidence of him perving on his tutor.

Evan Delano was cute, I guess. I honestly didn't see it because my type is- well, Xander. Evan is tall, dark, lean and nerdy with a weird scruffy-messy vibe to him. Not a twink, not a bottom, not even gay. He's actually dating someone, Wil's main tutor someone. Her name is Lena and they've been together since they were sixteen.

Lena was breathtaking. I'm far beyond gay and even I'd tap that. She had think long brown hair, wasn't thin, wasn't fat, had a killer waist though, a beautiful flawless chocolate-like skin and the cutest Indian accent. In short, she was a beauty queen straight out of a Bollywood movie.

"I've told you countless times to call me Caspiry, Lano" I rolled my eyes. Yes, Lano. It's what Wil and Lena call him and it spread through the house like a plague.

Hey, Lena and Lano. That's so cute.

"So where's our mastermind?" Lano asked peaking up the stairs and into the living room.

"I think he's just gotten out of the shower, poor thing. He only woke up an hour ago because he was up all night reading, I honestly didn't think I'd have to scold a kid over reading too much."

"Well that's good to hear I guess, I mean he's working on his skill. He's honestly improving so fast, I think I need to figure out a new reward system for him."

"Aw, you're such a sweet teacher. Thank you so much for all of this" I smiled "I think you can go right up. He should be done by now."

"Thanks" he beamed heading up our stairs.

Lano was really an amazing tutor, he's helped Wil learn and grow so much. He's even made Wil a bit sneaky but I can still see right through him so it's fine and not all that worrying. Sneaky in the sense that after lights off and Wil's bedroom door is closed he'd get out his phone and read some or other book on some or other app or website.

I looked back at the dining table which was currently littered with unmarked tests. "Just sixty five more question five's to mark" I whispered to myself trying to find motivation. 

"And then all the question six's, seven's, eight's... shut up Caspiry or the baby inside you will start to cry."

I patted my flat tummy and waited for something, anything. And as if God sent me a sign I heard the garage doors open. My husband was home.

"Let's go greet your daddy my little miracle" I smiled rubbing my tummy and walking to the garage.

My poor man looked like he was gang banged by elephants while the trucks slowly backed over him. His hair was a mess, his shirt wrinkled and untrucked, belt falling off his hips, shoes in his hands, socks in his blazer pocket and our daughter clinging to him.

"Baby" he whined dropping his shoes, laptop bag and Jaime's daycare handbag on the coffee table by the front door.

"What's wrong baba?" I cooed petting his soft hair when he slumped against me and put his head on my shoulder. Our daughter followed his lead and rubbed her chubby little cheeks on my shirt.

"I think I have a cold or the flu or TB or maybe I'm just dying" he cried out. I tried my absolute hardest to not burst out into laughter.

"My poor baby" I said through a thick pout as I laid kisses on his face.

He's tired, not sick or die. Just tired. He works hard all day; with over time, helps Wil with his reading and homework, plays with Jaime... plays with me all while staying at the top of his game. It was bound to catch up to him honestly.

I took my daughter from him, gave her little goldlocks a whiff and kissed her chubby cheeks before telling him to go upstairs to sleep. But he didn't, instead he followed me to the kitchen where our dinner was steadily cooking. Curry, of the chicken variety.

"Want a snack babe?" I asked still smelling my daughter. Baby have the most amazing smell. When they're clean of course.

She shook her head and pouted. "What's wrong? Are you and your father both sick?" She nodded and rubbed her tummy. She put my hand on her stomach and it crinkled and crumbled under my hand.

That doesn't happen.

I rubbed her stomach and patted it and it continued to make crinkling noises. I looked over at Xan and frowned but he only shrugged then in a suspicious voice said, "Maybe she has something in her shirt. You should probably have a look."

So I did, under her black bomber jacket with pretty little red roses littering it, red jersey, white button up and pink vest was a small bunch of papers. I narrowed my eyes at my husband who faked shock.

"Who knows what that is. You should probably read it though, you should definitely read it" he edged.

It was a bunch of words, a form I've been staring at for the past few weeks and nothing seemed new. I knew all of this already. It was adoption papers, I knew these papers so well I could recite them. This time it wasn't Jaime's... it was Wil's and it said congratulations.

My hands went numb and tears filled my eyes.

I have a son.

A phrase I was sure I said in my head but from Jaime and Xan's reaction I knew I was screaming. In fact I knew I was screaming it even when I hugged Xander because when he let go of me he held his ear and let out a slight cry which made Jaime erupt in giggles.

I thundered up the stairs, my lungs losing air as I continued to chant words that were still new to me and by the time I got up the stairs and ran down the hallway to burst through Wil's doors I didn't care that my legs were starting to cramp and that I probably looked like a mad man to Lano.

"You're my son" I uttered.

"Wasn't I already doe?" he asked scratching his lower arm. It's his nervous tick. My son has a nervous tick.

"Of course you were" I smiled snatching him up and holding him tight "but now you're Wilam Talisker, you're ours now."

"Congrats guys" Lano said giving me a hug then turning to Wil to give him a hug too. The tight hold and touching between Wil's pale skin and Lano's darker one lasted a bit too long. This is probably what Xan and I look like when we hold each other, with the height differences I mean.

I cleared my throat and they still didn't separate. "Okay. Let's study now" Xan's voice boomed from behind me. It screamed Papa-bear and scared the hell out of the two of them.

I'll have to keep an eye on this crap. That's my son.

Shit. I have a teenage son. Boys are so full of hormones at this age. Boys are hormonal at my age!

Dear Jesus, please save me.

I have a teenage son, an almost two year old daughter and another on the way. I'm so blessed... or screwed.