Chương 1514: [1423] – Y06.323 – Troublesome Father VIII

The gentle rain fell across the land, though it was a land that long welcomed such a gentle rain, for deeper within, the storm raged harder. A trio of children snoozed to one side, under a small shelter, the chilly air drowning them into a deep slumber. In the far distance, lightning flashed, and much later, a gentle thunder rumbled. Yes, this was the best time to sleep, the trio thought.

Then the trio jerked suddenly awake, as though they had been slapped in the face, though no one could dare to do so, not at this time, not on this land, not this century, surely. A pair of amber eyes followed the trio, only for the pair to jolt, quickly standing as they followed after their elder siblings, and there, as the lightning flashed in the distance, as the thunder echoed towards them, stood a man in purple.

"You! You punks!" the father almost exclaimed, squatting down as he tossed up his eldest daughter, catching her with ease before planting firm kisses onto her cheek, her forehead, behind her ear, the weight of the girl pinned against his chest. Uli blinked. Rowan turned his head to meet his wife's gaze.

"Daddy! Daddy!" his children exclaimed in return.

"Who gave you permission to grow up?"

"Daddy…" Konarot called, staring at her father's face, blinking away her sleepiness.

"When? When did I say such a thing?" Adam threatened her with his affection, nuzzling against her nose, their foreheads glued together as the half elf swayed. The tension within his body stormed, rising up to his shoulders, to his neck, even to his jaw. Even as his children called out to him, the tension threatened to explode, until finally, the half elf was glad it was raining, as he swayed, holding his eldest daughter.

"Dahddy, dahddy, you are back!" Jirot almost shouted, the girl jumping up and down in excitement, holding up her arms.

"Wait, wait, let me greet you all one by one," Adam said, lifting up Kirot, holding her up towards the sky, staring at her face as the girl smiled down at him, her tail swaying wildly behind her. Then the pair hugged, sharing kisses. Adam then lifted up Karot, each time his body no longer quite as heavy, the pair hugging, their cheeks rubbing so tenderly together.

"Dahddy! It is our turn now!" Jirot said, holding Jarot's hand within one, her other hand up towards her father. She all but ignored the golden serpent creature which wrapped itself around her neck like a necklace. Adam lifted the pair up with ease, his vision half blurred by a wetness, the rain, perhaps, and he brought his twins to his chest. It was then the tension all disappeared, while his daughter and son kissed his face, and waited expectantly for him to kiss them in return, the pair's eyes gleaming brightly.

Their amber eyes, yes, gleaming so brightly, yes. Their skin, so green, yes. Their hair, dark as dirt, curly, yes. Adam smiled at the pair, an awkward smile, and while Jarot stared at his father's jaw and ear, then up towards his hair, which had been cut short, his daughter held his gaze, noting the wetness, and something else.

"Dahddy?"

"Oh my, oh my, Jirot, Jarot…" Adam said, glancing between the pair of them, for a moment his heart beat with hope, then anxiety.

"Are you two sleeping better now?"

"Yes! So well, dahddy, so well!" Jirot confirmed.

"Jarot and I, we slept so long dahddy, so long!"

"You did?"

"Mhmm!" the girl said, and before she could explain, a hand reached out for her cheek. Enjoying this book? Seek out the original to ensure the author gets credit.

"You slept so well, indeed," Lykan confirmed, the Front Iyr Elder smiling warmly, his tongue switching to the Iyr's.

"There are many here who are not Iyrmen." Jirot looked out to the other figures all around, noting those that were like her own family, and those who were complete strangers. The girl then nestled her head into the nook of her father's neck, rubbing her face against it gently. Adam held his son and daughter within his arms for a long moment, their bodies still light, but the pair were so different.

'I should have expected he would notice immediately,' Lykan thought, for it had taken a short while for the others to notice, but the half elf had immediately picked up on it.

"You met Yellows too, did you?" Adam asked, leaning in to kiss his daughter's cheek, then rubbed his cheek against Jarot's.

"Yes! Yellows is my friend!" Jirot blinked.

"Dahddy, you know Yellows?"

"Of course I know Yellows, I brought him for you."

"Dahddy, Yellows is a girl, you silly boy," Jirot said, wrapping an arm around his neck a little tighter, hugging him so much closer.

"Oh, sorry, sorry." Adam held the pair, swaying between them.

"I'm so glad you're both sleeping so well. Jarot, did you cause mummy trouble?" Jarot furrowed his brows, frowning slightly, shaking his head.

"Oh? Since you are such a big troublemaker, I'm sure you would have?" Adam teased, leaning down to kiss the boy's nose gently.

"I'm sure mummy will forgive you since you are so cute…"

"Dahddy…" Jirot whispered, leaning up to her father's ear, holding out a hand to block out the sight.

"We slept for so long, we missed papa's and kaka's birthday."

"Oh?" Adam raised his brows, his plot having fallen apart immediately, and of course, it was because of her.

"Did you spoil them after?"

"Of coas!" Jirot replied, offended her father would even need to ask.

"Of course!" Adam agreed, holding his twins to his chest, his entire body still aflame with tension, but a different warmth seeped in through him. His entire body flashed with a fire as his eyes darted to the side, finding a woman in all black approaching, holding a girl and a boy within her arms, the girl staring up at him in surprise. The girl turned towards her mother in surprise, head returning back to her father, now much closer, the girl twitching away slightly.

"Virot…" Adam called, letting the twins down, reaching out a hand for Virot, while the boy was looking towards his own father, who accepted him from the woman's arms.

"Virot, my lovely."

"Daddy…" Virot replied, allowing her father to kiss her forehead, the girl hugging him return, smiling brightly. It lasted only a moment, however, as the girl quickly squirmed away towards her mother. Damrot blinked up towards his father, who blinked down towards him, but the pair held one another close. Jurot kissed his son's temple, holding the boy close to his chest, even as the half elf glared at his back.

"Darling…" Adam finally called, flushing slightly, in the awkwardness of the fact he would need to explain all the trouble he caused, but there was no shame, for he had slain no one, other than the Reaver. Vonda reached out a hand and held his, holding the half elf's gaze, causing him to flush deeper, until finally he shuffled closer, wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her in close.

"Eh?" Virot threatened, the half elf far too close to her mother.

"Virot, come," Jirot called, causing the girl to whimper a complaint, but she reached down for her sister's hand, and as Vonda placed her down, the pair of girls hugged.

"It is time for dahddy to greet mummy, then you can cause trouble."

"No…" Virot replied innocently, though she continued to hug her sister, allowing the girl to brush through her hair.

"Vonda…" Adam whispered into his wife's ear, holding her even closer, their amulets pressing together, as the half elf felt the warmth of her cheek against his own, the gentle breath against his neck, her softness of her frame against his own. Vonda held her husband, who was still so tense, even after returning, even after adoring his children, even within her arms. She wrapped her arms around his broad back, the rain accompanying their embrace as the two held one another.

"Virot, do not look," Jirot said, holding her sister within her arms, rubbing her cheek against the girl's, while their father dared to claim their mother's lips. If Virot had seen such, she would have caused a storm of trouble for them all.

"They missed you so much," Vonda said after they stopped their kiss, mostly because they were still in public.

"Jirot cried so much."

"What?" Jirot gasped, finding it unbelievable that her mother betrayed her like that.

"Mummy! Virot cried so much for dahddy!"

"Virot cried for me?" Adam asked, raising a brow, while the girl pointed towards her sister with her whole hand, and with how defiantly she was behaving, certainly, she too had cried so much for her father. Virot meanwhile pouted, ready to beat up her father so she could finally reclaim her mother. Yes, certainly, she too, had cried for him.

"Just a little bit," Jirot said, holding up a finger and thumb, revealing the tiniest space between.

"Just a little bittle, dahddy." Adam tensed up once more, the half elf clenching his fists, before dropping down to hold his children once more, peppering them with so many kisses, even Virot, who he finally surrendered to his wife.

"Just you wait until you hear our story!" Adam almost exclaimed.

"Then you'll forgive this foolish father of yours for leaving so long!"