"Ezekiel… You wanted a baby…?" Adrian whispered. Ezekiel nodded.
"I didn't think this would happen nor did I know it was even possible! I'm sorry… I thought you knew that's what I wanted…" Ezekiel trailed off, not daring to relax just yet. In the meantime, Sebastian quietly left the room to give the young couple privacy.
"Shh, don't be sorry. It's alright. Ezekiel, I knew you wanted a family, you told me, but that can mean a number of things, especially from a person in your situation," Adrian said gently to his younger lover. Ezekiel stared at the teenage demon.
"Why shouldn't I be sorry..? I ruined your life," the hybrid nearly snapped. Adrian swallowed nervously.
"Ezekiel… to be honest with you, I've wanted the same thing, just not with a maiden. I thought it was impossible so I kept quiet," the older of the two admitted.
"Are we keeping it then..?" Ezekiel asked hopefully.
"I would love to, but it's really up to you. I don't want to force you through anything, especially if you're not ready," Adrian murmured hesitantly. Ezekiel held onto his lover tightly, joy lighting up his features.
"I want to keep it," Ezekiel whispered. Adrian sighed in relief and happiness, holding the younger boy closer to him. Ezekiel smiled and relaxed for the first time in days.
The Earl Bartholomew Taylor slowly closed his eyes as his breathing became ragged. His heart was filled with shame and guilt. The Earl had let society get to him, and as a result he lost his only son. Bartholomew loves his son, truly, and he just wants him to be happy. Even after knowing what his son must have done over the two weeks he had been in their vacation home, alone, with his rather peculiar butler, who was suddenly showing signs of pregnancy. He knew that if anyone else found out they would react much worse than he did. This kind of situation was unheard of. The main thing that stopped him from reacting like most would is the fact that he promised his wife, and the boy himself, that he would love his son no matter what. Even if he did something, quite frankly, unmentionable. He could have protected them… He could have seen his son truly happy for the first time in years...Tears flooded the middle-aged man's eyes. In his mind, he could picture his son kneeling on a bed, his butler laying across the older teenager's lap, with a newborn baby that was wrapped in a blanket curled up in his arms. Surely he could protect his son's new family from his new place in the heavens. As a boy, he was taught that God lives for love, and love doesn't have limits, no matter how peculiar it could seem to most people. Bartholomew smiled. His son will be happy, and the Earl planned on making sure that Adrian and his family were safe.