"Jack?" Phoenix said softly as he watched Jack holding their son.
"Hmm?" Jack couldn't tear his gaze from those little pursed lips.
"Jack, his name."
Jack looked at Phoenix and wondered if he had made a mistake.
"No!" Phoenix felt the fear trough their bond, "You were right in your choice of Bennu. It's lovely and fitting for a firebird. I mean the Jones part."
"Why?" Jack frowned.
"I'm not a Jones. Slaves don't have last names but if I did it would probably be Davies. Born a bastard slave I was never acknowledged as a Firebird. Jones was long since gone to the fires my love" Phoenix explained.
"I know that but if anyone deserved to carry the name of my lost love it's his reincarnation. You think I don't know what a firebird is? Just a Fenque indeed. You bloody liar" Jack smiled kissing the button nose of his lover, then his baby's as well.
"Jack" Phoenix whispered closing his eyes.
"I've known for some time who and what it is that warms my bed and my heart. Rhia's husband Johnny was a clod! The boy, David was just as useless a lump but little Mica. Ah, there was Jones blood singing in her veins. The button nose and quick wit. Those eyes boring deep into your soul. The Jones bloodline prevailed and joined with a firebird clan. Gods, Nero's house? Royalty? You knew and didn't tell me- I should be cross but for the fact that I've felt the fire in you since that first night." Jack shook his head with wonder.
Phoenix snorted, seeing no reason to argue when his mate was right. The relief of having it in the open was a rebirth in itself.
"Yes Sir, you got me. Just like one of Gwen's truth or bloody dare games that always ended with Owen naked and that one time he was spray painted blue-" Phoenix grinned at the memories his ancestor had left in his DNA markers.
"How did you fool everyone with the Fenque line?" Jack whispered as he leant in for a proper kiss.
"Same way I did you my Heart's Keeper. I fucked them stupid!" Phoenix whispered back with a wink as Jack barked with laughter. "The Fenque blood comes through the firebird line. Nero had a Fenque wife remember. Their son is my true Drake. They say he loved my mother even though she was his childhood bed-whore. The young adolescent Firebirds are given a bed warmer so they will leave their parent's beds. As I was told, he kept my mother as his personal whore for over ten years. She bonded enough to have me so I guess she loved him too but the family would never allow them to be together. They sold her before I was born to hide the shame of a mixed blood child. He never saw me."
"And you? Did you have a bed warmer?" Jack purred as he nuzzled his neck.
"No. I had my teacher's bed to warm instead of my mother's tit to suckle but you don't seem to complain about the suction I managed to develop anyway Captain" Phoenix giggled as Jack lightly slapped at him with mock horror.
John spluttered from the doorway as Eep ran between his feet and up onto the bed to view his new nestling.
"I should put you over my knee for that kind of talk!" Jack growled, "And in front of an innocent baby!"
"Jack!" Phoenix admonished seriously. "You know what I am now. No Firebird is born innocent. We are born of fire!"
Eep ignored the stupid blathering ones to inspect the little kit. Peeling back the blanket with his paws he smelt the face and hands of the new nestling. Ah, hello Pinky.
Ben opened one eye and looked back at Eep without fear. Hello brother Eep.
Eep snorted with pleasure then reached out a small paw and touched the child's cheek in a soft caress.
The two men had finished arguing mote point and watched the exchange with full hearts.