I'm not sure how you guys feel on Same-Sex marriage. If you don't like, don't read. Just don't threaten me, or decide to post a really off topic flame about it. Save it for elections.

Also, credit for Felix's background goes to ImDifferent-GetOverIt. I just came up with how he looks.

I don't own TKC. Just in case anyone was wondering.

Felix never really knew what to make of his situation.

He was only ten, but he knew his family was more than abnormal. And he wasn't talking about Brooklyn house. No, he knew that was beyond abnormal.

He was thinking about his home Maine. His parents; Dorethea and Delilah, his adopted mothers. His real parents had died a long time ago and he never knew how. Somehow he was almost sure that it hadn't been an accident.

He'd never told anyone at Brooklyn house. Except for Sean, who'd simply shrugged it off, and told him not to worry.

But he did worry. He worried that Sean would tell somebody else, and that soon the whole house would know. He really didn't want that. He'd be freak show- the little boy with the gay parents.

It's not that he didn't love his mothers, (gods, saying that must be weird for others) it's just that he was a little embarrassed, and a little afraid. He'd been to the rallies, and he'd seen the fights on T.V. Some people did NOT like gay people. They called them freaks and abominations, and were incredibly mean to them.

Felix often had to move from various places because one by one, every state that he'd lived in banished them. Said that they didn't allow 'that kind', and that they had to go to a place that did. He hated it, but he didn't want them to take his mothers away. They were all he had left.

So naturally, when he left, it was hard. Who was going to protect them from leaving now? The government people in black could storm in at any time, forcing them to move without even telling Felix. He could bear it if they got jailed, or worse.

The little boy shivered, but not from the cold. One of his penguins squawked, and waddled in the direction of the door. Not a moment later, there was a knock.

"Felix?" a voice asked? It was Carter.

The young boy sat up. He flung his comic to the side, and pushed back his messy red hair. He bounded up to the door and opened it for his mentor. "Yeah, Carter?"

The curly haired older boy smiled down at him. "Uh, Sean told me that you were in here. It's almost time for dinner."

Felix scratched his head, his other hand still on the door. "That's great, Carter. I'll be down soon." He tried to close the door and turned around, but Carter held his foot out to catch it.

"Whoa, buddy," he said, entering the room. The place was a winter wonderland. Snow covered the floor in a thin layer. Penguins waddled around, coming in and out of the closet. Snow swirled around whenever the bathroom door opened. Weirdly, the temperature had barely dropped.

The hazel eyed little boy turned around. "Carter what do you want?" Felix's voice was dangerously high. Carter didn't think the boy had ever been this upset.

"What's wrong Felix?"

"Nothing," said boy said back. Carter wasn't exactly sure what was on the kid's mind, but he wasn't about to give up.

"Is it your family? Are you thinking about them?" He noticed Felix's flinch as he mentioned his parents.

"You know, Sean told me about your parents-"

"What!?" The boy screamed. Carter was surprised at his actions. "I TOLD him not to TELL!" he kept screaming before looking at Carter with watery eyes and quivering lip. "Please don't make fun of me. Please," he begged, holding onto his mentor's arm.

The Kane raised an eyebrow. "Felix, why on earth would I make fun of you?" He seemed incredibly confused.

Felix sniffed. "Cause I have weird parents. I've got two moms. Everyone thinks it's weird."

Carter sighed. It wasn't fair that the young magician had to live in fear because he had an abnormal family. It was almost like every time his family was together, they didn't believe that Sadie was his sister. But Felix was just a boy. And no one could fight this battle, not even one million people. It was an opinion that killed his spirit, and Carter couldn't change that.

"So what?" Carter asked. "You've got two moms. That's okay. Some people have two dads."

"They do?" Felix lifted his head up.

"Yeah, and they don't care, as long as their parents love them. You're parents love you, right?"

He nodded. "Right," Carter said. "You see? It's not so weird. And no one's gonna make fun you. If they do, they'll have to go through us." He pointed at himself. "Better?"

The young boy nodded, but still held his head down a bit. To him, it would always be a bit weird. But he was glad that Carter, and the rest of the house was okay with that.

"Now come on," he said, patting Felix on the back. "Dinner's ready."

"Yeah, okay. I'll be down in a minute, I promise." Carter nodded and left.

When he heard the older boy's feet pounding down the stairs, he ran over to his dresser and opened up the second drawer. He pulled out a small box, which held one picture inside.

It was small painting. In it was him, at seven years old. His two mothers had their hands intertwined, and smiling down at Felix. Dorethea had shiny, short black hair and a million freckles across her nose. Her eyes were a deep brown. Delilah had long, wavy blond hair in a braid to the side, and hair in her face. Her eyes were sparkling green, like a gem. Her teeth gleamed white.

He smiled and kissed the picture. He looked onto the back and saw the familiar signature of his cousin, who'd done it for him. Loopy letters took up the bottom left corner. He already knew what it said. 'Rachel. E. Dare'

He smiled at it one more time before setting it on his bed, not caring who saw it. He left the door open and raced down to the dinner table screaming Sean's name.

R&R guys.

As always,

~Donnatella-r