Fragmented Soul: The Furry Bits

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE WONDERFUL AND TALENTED STARLIGHT MASSACRE! (You're pre-birthday, birthday present!)

This is just for her because she wanted lots of cute babies.

Dwagon

Christmas Day 2001

A shrill, distressed cry cut across the clearing, echoing around the forest. The source of the sound coming from the large playpen in the centre of the Greyback pack's woodland home. This was where Tobias and Charlie were supposed to be playing nicely with one another while the preparations for Christmas dinner were dealt with by the majority of the adults.

The older children, Leah, Violet and Ceylon were doing their utmost to be helpful but in truth were rather complicating the whole process. None of the adults had the heart to tell them this however, as they were all so excited. Mostly everyone was just glad that Christmas only happened once a year.

The majority of dominant males in the pack had all gone out before the crack of dawn that morning and brought back two wild boars, having decided that one would simply not be enough to feed all sixteen of them. It had become something of a Christmas tradition for them to feast on this particularly illusive beast over the festive season as a special treat. It was a tradition that had been started for Harry's first Christmas with the pack and it was one that the Alpha male wasn't about to let die; not that he would ever admit to such sentimentality.

"Mine, Char Char," Tobias' tearful voice cried out loudly, he was one week away from his second birthday and his possessive streak, a genetic predisposition from his father had kicked in big time. Currently his little arms were reaching out towards the already two year old Charlie, who had four months on Tobias and was holding a dark purple stuffed dragon just out of Toby's reach.

"No," Charlie returned sharply, glaring at his friend and cuddling the toy to his chest to protect it from Tobias' grasp, as the younger of the two reached forward in his attempts to grab at the toy. "I want."

"Mine, mine, mine," Toby said as he banged little fists angrily onto the ground, scowling cutely at his friend. It was another trait that Tobias had inherited from the Alpha.

"No," Charlie said again, sticking his tongue out at Toby. "My dwagon."

By this point the argument between the two toddlers had drawn the attention of their parents, who were so used to the two little boys bickering that they had given them a moment to see if they could work it out between themselves before intervening. Harry and Micha had both agreed that as long as neither resorted to violence then they shouldn't be overly mollycoddled when it came to their adorable disagreements.

Still scowling, Toby picked up a little toy car that had been sat beside him and threw it as hard as his little arm could manage at Charlie. Seeing as the two of them were not that far apart it would have been a direct hit too, that was if it wasn't for Harry's quick reflexes. As it was the hard plastic toy that would have hit the older of the two toddlers in the head was caught just in time.

"No, Tobias, you are not to throw things," Harry told his almost two year old son sternly, dropping the toy car into the nearby toy box out of the way, lest it be turned into a projectile again. He wasn't exactly impressed that his son had resorted to violence so quickly; it was most certainly the influence of his father, though Harry tended to think that about all of his son's bad traits.

"Dwagon, Mummy, dwagon," Toby said, as more tears fell down his chubby cheeks, his little hands reaching out for the purple toy still held tightly in Charlie's arms out of his reach.

"Mine," Charlie said, holding the toy tighter to his little body, determinedly keeping it away from Tobias whose cheeks were red, flushed and tear stained.

"Charles Reid Danes, that is not yours," Micha said firmly, coming over to see if Harry was in need of any backup; their sons were known for being rather a handful, especially when together. They appeared to be a rather bad influence on one another. They tended to be both each other's best friend and worst enemy, and what they were could change from one minute to the next without any warning.

Both Harry and Micha knew that their children took after their fathers in a big way and it made them want to roll their eyes in exasperation every time they clashed. However, they were the first to admit that the stubbornness was probably inherited from both sides.

"But I want it, Mummy," Charlie said stubbornly, looking over his shoulder at his mother with a determined expression. He had turned his back to Micha, Harry and Tobias in an attempt to stop them from being able to take the toy dragon away.

"That is Toby's, right?" Micha asked Harry; he was fairly sure that he had seen the little boy unwrap it earlier that day in the carnage that had been present giving with the young children. There had honestly been so many toys given to the children throughout the day that it was difficult to keep track of what belonged to who. Micha really didn't want to take the stuffed purple dragon toy from Charlie if he was mistaken.

"Yeah," Harry confirmed as he reached into the playpen and picked up his crying son, hoisting him into his arms and sitting him on his hip. "It was from…" Harry hesitated, not wanting to say the name, "Clay's brother," he whispered softly; there was no way he was going to risk saying the actual name of the gift giver, that would have been small disaster. Said brother was something of a hit with the older pups and they couldn't mention him by name without a full scale riot and demands to go and visit.

"Charlie, look at me," Micha said sternly, waiting for his son to turn around, but apparently the two year old was feeling particularly stubborn and rebellious today and didn't even flinch when he was asked to move. Realising that he was going to have to take a more hands on approach, Micha climbed into the playpen and picked up the little boy who instantly started to wiggle and protest at being held.

"Are you going to give the dragon back to Toby, or am I going to have to take it from you?" Micha asked as he climbed back out of the playpen with his son in his arms, wanting to give the boy a final chance to co-operate.

"No, Mummy, no, no, no," Charlie insisted, still trying to get free from his mother's grasp whilst holding desperately tightly onto Toby's favourite Christmas present.

It was clear to Micha that his son was not going to willingly return the toy anytime soon, so shifting Charlie into one arm, he freed the dragon from his son's firm grip and passed it back to Harry and Tobias. The moment that the dragon was out of his grip, Charlie opened his mouth, took a deep breath and screamed, throwing his body backwards so violently in protest, that Micha was only just able to get his other arm back around him to prevent the little boy from throwing himself to the floor.

"Charlie, no," Micha cried out in fear for his son; his heart hammering in his chest as he adjusted his grip so as to hold onto the two year old more firmly and prevent Charlie from being able to try such a thing again. He had never known the little boy to kick up so much fuss over anything like this before; Charlie had, of course, had tantrums before, as any two year old would, but this was on another level altogether.

Toby had quickly accepted the purple dragon back into his arms, snuggling into it and using the purple fluff to dry the tears from his cheeks. "Fank you," he said quietly through some soft sniffling, when Harry gave him an expectant look, which turned into a soft smile at his son's words as he placed a kiss on the little boy's temple.

"Toby, Daddy cuddles," the toddler said softly as he snuggled into Harry, clutching tightly at the dragon and throwing a stern glare at Charlie, who was still have a full blown, screaming fit in Micha's arms.

"Sure thing, munchkin," Harry agreed,"You okay Micha?" Harry asked, looking to his friend, who nodded. He was sympathetic towards his fellow submissive as Micha tried to deal with the tantruming Charlie. "Let's go find, Daddy."

Harry winced as Charlie's screams and crying were kicked up another notch when Micha adamantly refused to bend to the toddler's demands, and rightly so. Harry turned and headed over towards his mate, knowing that it would be easier for Micha to deal with the little boy's screaming fit without an audience to spur Charlie on.

"Damon, I think Micha could use a second pair of hands," Harry said, but Damon had witnessed what was happening and was already getting to his feet, cleaning his hands of blood from the boar with a quick spell and starting to head over to where his mate and son were currently doing battle with one another.

"On my way," he said, though not sounding entirely enthusiastic at the prospect of attempting to handle the full blown tantrum that his son was having. "I honestly don't know where that boy gets it from," Damon said with a sigh.

Callie laughed in amusement at her brothers words. "Yes, brother dear, because neither you nor Micha ever lose your temper or have overly dramatic reactions to anything, ever," she said sarcastically with a smile to her big brother. "Besides, he is two, he is supposed to make you suffer at least a little bit," she added, remembering how even calm, quiet Leah had had her moments when she had been around that age.

"Thanks, sis," Damon said dryly as he headed over to try and rescue his mate from their rather hysterical son, who was showing no signs of calming down at all. Micha had had to place him on the floor so that he wasn't being hit with any of the toddlers flailing limbs but the submissive seemed worried that his little boy was going to hurt himself.

"Daddy cuddles, Daddy cuddles," Toby insisted, wiggling his feet impatiently when Harry had stopped to talk to Damon instead of going straight to Fenrir. Tobias was absolutely besotted with his father, the two of them were inseparable most of the time. Ever since he had learnt to walk, Tobias had been following his father around, attempting to copy everything that he did, almost never leaving him alone.

Harry laughed softly as the Alpha stopped what he was doing and turned to look at his mate and their son as they approached him, having heard his little boy calling out for him. "You heard the boy, Fen," Harry said with a grin on his face as Toby stretched out the arm that wasn't holding the purple dragon towards his father, wanting to be cuddled by the large Alpha male. Most of the time Harry could relate to this. "Duty calls, jump to."

"I'm a little busy," Fenrir said motioning to the boar carcass he was currently skinning and his blood coated hands. Most of the time he would have happily dropped anything for both Harry and Toby but it had taken longer than he had anticipated to catch the two boars and they'd take a while to cook too. He really didn't have the time to stop and indulge his precious little boy.

"Fenrir Greyback," Harry said disapprovingly, his brow furrowing in disapproval. "Surely you can spare two minutes to give your son a cuddle."

"Not if you want to eat today," Fenrir grunted, going back to his task; he was mostly done and if they didn't get it on the fire soon then it was going to be rather late before anyone got anything to eat.

From the Alpha's perspective, Toby was already cuddling with his mother so Fenrir was sure that the boy could wait the twenty minutes or so that it would take to finish up with the boar, then both Toby and Harry could have his undivided attention for the remainder of the day.

If it had been in any other situation he would have just taken the boy onto his lap and carried on with whatever it was that he was doing, but he wouldn't risk it, not while he was working with a sharp blade. Toby wasn't one to just sit still and be content; he was a wriggler and Fenrir wouldn't risk hurting his child, even accidentally.

"No cuddles?" Toby asked his mother sadly in a quiet voice that was barely above a whisper, burying his head in Harry's neck and starting to cry harder than ever. "Daddy...no...want...cuddles," Toby said between his sobs as his little arms tightened around Harry's neck, the dragon toy squished between them.

Glaring rather angrily at Fenrir, Harry couldn't believe what his mate had just done, he was more than a little unhappy with the Alpha and how he had just acted. He brought up a hand to rub soothing circles on his son's back, trying to comfort and calm him down a little.

"Because Daddy is being so mean, why don't we go and have a special cuddle with Mummy's Baloo bear?" he suggested, turning to his little boy, wanting to cheer up his son and needing to put some distance between himself and Fenrir or otherwise he was bound to do or say something that he would no doubt regret later.

"Boo bear cuddle, Mummy," Toby agreed with a little nod of his head, his little sobs almost breaking Harry's heart and making him want to hit his mate over the head with something hard. If he hadn't been holding Toby then he might have done just that. Harry turned to go, unable to carry on looking at his mate when he had just broken their son's heart in rejecting his cuddles.

"Harry," Fenrir said with a sigh; realising just how angry his little mate was, he stood up, trying to go after the two of them but Harry whirled around, glaring at Fenrir furiously.

Their son was upset and his father had just dismissed him; it was all Harry could do to not start shouting at his mate. However, he managed to rein in his temper, knowing that it would just upset Toby more if they were to start shouting at one another.

"No Fen, you made your choice," he said a little coldly, needing to focus on Toby for the moment; he wasn't sure how he was supposed to cheer up his little boy while dealing with the infuriating Alpha at the same time. Sometimes he wondered who the bigger child between Tobias and Fenrir was. "Go and spend time with that boar, it's obviously more important than us," he said bluntly.

"Little one," the Alpha growled, annoyed at the tone Harry was using with him, taking a few more steps towards his mate. He hated the insinuation that anything was a priority over Harry and Toby; more or less everything he had done for the last two decades had been for the two of them in one way or another.

Harry put a hand over Toby's ear, the one that wasn't pressed against his shoulder, so that he wouldn't hear the argument. "You made your not even two year old son cry because you wouldn't give him a cuddle, Fenrir," he said in a furious whisper, "so don't you 'little one' me right now. I'm so mad I could scream. How could you do that to him? He idolises you!"

"I was busy and I didn't want him near the blade," Fenrir said, his voice coming out as a soft growl, "I didn't mean to make him cry," the Alpha added with a frown. Fenrir honestly hadn't thought that it would have affected his son all that much when he had his mother giving him cuddles.

"Well you did," Harry said, turning around and starting to walk away again; Toby batted his mother's hand away from his head, not liking not being able to hear what was going on, the little boy's other arm holding firmly onto the little purple dragon.

"Little one, I… I apologise for upsetting him," Fenrir said quietly, knowing that it was what his mate wanted to hear him say but looking highly uncomfortable with saying the word regardless. Despite the years of Harry insisting that he practice, he still didn't like saying it.

On this occasion, in particular, he didn't feel as if he should have to apologise for what had happened, he had had his reasons after all; he had wanted to keep Tobias safe and he couldn't feel sorry for that even if it had made the boy cry. Keeping his mate and son safe would always be his top priority regardless of what he had to do to achieve it or how Harry felt on the matter.

"It wasn't me you made cry, Fenrir," Harry said pointedly, pausing in his steps but not even looking back at his mate, trying to keep the anger from his voice while Toby was in ear shot. Harry looked down at his little boy's sad face and brushed away the tears that clung to his cheeks.

The Alpha moved so that he was in eyesight of his son and held out his hands, which were blood soaked from the boar, but Toby didn't fall into them as he usually would have done, instead he gripped at Harry tighter, burying his head into the nape of his mother's neck. It was extremely out of character for the little boy, who was besotted with his father and was always after the attention of the Alpha.

"Boo bear pwease, Mummy," Toby said quietly, determinedly not looking at his father. Fenrir frowned at the rejection dealt by his son, not used to the little boy ignoring him like that.

"Okay, Toby," Harry said affectionately. "Maybe we can try Daddy later, when he isn't so busy?" he queried but Toby shook his head.

"Daddy not nice," Toby said with a small sob. Harry sighed; he loved how close Toby and Fenrir were as father and son and it hurt to see the little boy reject his father almost as much as it had hurt the other way around. But Harry couldn't deny that it might be a good thing for Fenrir to see how it felt when the situation was reversed.

"Not even if Daddy says that he's sorry?" Harry asked hopefully. He might be angry and frustrated with his mate at the moment but he didn't want the amazing relationship that Fenrir and Toby had to become damaged.

"Daddy never say sorry," Toby stated, and Harry was mildly surprised that his son had picked up on that already, when he wasn't quite two yet. "Not even to mummy," the little boy added, looking up at Harry with watery eyes.

"He does sometimes, Toby, but only when he is really, very, very sorry," Harry explained, glancing up at Fenrir who looked a little stunned by his son's words.

"Boo bear, Mummy?" Toby questioned, not realising the effect that his words had had on his parents. Harry gave Fenrir a knowing look, registering the concerned look on his mate's face. The submissive however had no sympathy, it was something that the Alpha had brought on himself after all.

"Yes, let's go find him," Harry said, turning and heading over towards his old school trunk. He could hear the Alpha's footsteps as his mate followed him. "Give us half an hour with Baloo, Fen," Harry requested gently without stopping or turning around to look at his mate. "Then why don't you try coming and giving Toby the apology he deserves, and he better believe you because I am not going to fix this for you."

Having nothing further to add, Harry knelt down in front of the large trunk and heaved it open with one hand, the other still supporting his son. He dug down deep into the contents to find the bear that had been put there for safe keeping, out of reach of sticky fingers that would have no respect for sentimentality. He used to like having Baloo with him a lot of the time, but it had become quickly apparent that the ancient and rather fragile bear wasn't going to last long if left within Toby's reach.

By the time he stood back up, having found Baloo, Fenrir was back by the boar, knife in hand, but there was a scowl on the Alpha's face that reassured Harry that his mate was taking the matter regarding Toby rejecting him seriously. Harry wasn't surprised by this at all; he knew that Toby was the centre of the Alpha's world, but he needed to ensure that Fenrir made sure Toby knew that; all too often his mate would simply take it for granted that everyone just understood how he felt.

The Alpha may have unhappily gone back to his task but he was not as focused on it as he should have been anymore. Out of the corner of his eye he kept a close eye on his mate and son as they sat down, a few feet away from him, and had cuddles with the fluffy purple dragon and the stuffed brown bear, which had been Harry's childhood toy and was now a little worse for wear.

He liked to watch over them most of the time anyway but he particularly liked it when they sat and talked to each other; he found it rather endearing that the two of them would natter away to one another rather intently. He couldn't understand half of what was said whenever he was in earshot but that seemed to be part of the game between mother and son. He watched them and listened now even if it meant he was only half thinking about what he was doing.

"Fuck," he cursed under his breath as he caught the side of his hand with the sharp blade, a deep cut sliced into his flesh; that's what he got for not paying attention when he was working with sharp implements. In seconds Callie was hovering over him, taking the blade from him and placing it to one side, out of the way of the children, and trying to get Fenrir to hold still long enough to allow her to look at the cut.

"It's nothing," the Alpha insisted, trying to pull his hand away, but Callie wasn't having any of it and quickly grabbed hold of it again with a scowl of annoyance and began cleaning and healing the wound with her wand with a practiced ease, cleaning away the blood as she went, disinfecting the wound.

"You should just go talk to them, before you accidentally cut your hand off or something," she said disapprovingly giving him a pointed look. It was obvious that the Alpha wouldn't be getting his mind off of his young family until he had settled things between them and until then it was probably wise that he didn't continue to skin the boar as it would likely result in more injuries, potentially some that would not be so easily healed.

"Half an hour," the Alpha grunted, going to pick up the knife again when Callie was done, but she quickly got a light grip on his wrist; she couldn't actually stop him by force, but thankfully he waited, with an impatient expression on his face, to hear what she had to say.

"Go talk to them, Fenrir," she insisted again. It was Christmas day and today, of all days, they shouldn't be arguing. Of course it always happened but if she could prevent a few of the disagreements from spiralling out of control and ruining the day then she would.

"Harry asked for half an hour," he said again.

"Fenrir Greyback," she said sternly and Fenrir couldn't help but wonder what it was with people saying his full name today. "Are you the Alpha of this pack or not? And since when have you ever respected his boundaries? Go and talk to them." Though she took a firm tone with him, she kept her voice low. It was a risky move to talk to the Alpha male in such a way but she was determined to keep the peace today but she wasn't about to allow any of the others to overhear her talking to the Alpha so sharply.

He glanced over at where Harry was sitting with Toby, Baloo and the dragon all cuddled up on his lap; his little mate seemed to be telling their son some kind of story with them, but whatever it was, it was making the little boy giggle. Handing the knife over to Callie, the Alpha pushed himself to his feet and headed towards his family, listening carefully to try and catch what the two of them were talking about.

"But Rory the dragon couldn't beat Baloo the bear, because Baloo was so big and strong; far stronger than the dragon," Harry was saying. He was becoming rather animated with the toys and Toby seemed to be absolutely enthralled by it.

"No, Rory stwonger than Boo bear," Toby insisted with a giggle, holding up the purple dragon for his mother to see, before cuddling it back against himself again as if letting it go would destroy him.

"Oh, I don't think so, Toby," Harry said, picking up Baloo and looking at his face carefully. "Look at his scary face," he said, wiggling the bear at Toby with a playful growl, making the little boy giggle again as he hid behind the little purple dragon.

"No, Mummy," Toby said through his giggles, "Boo bear isn't scary. Boo bear like you and dwagon like Daddy, big and scary," his voice dropping and taking on a serious tone as he said the last few words.

Without saying a word Fenrir took a seat beside his mate and child, pulling them both onto his lap without any warning and encircling them with his arms, holding them there; he didn't want his son to think of him as big and scary. They were the two most precious things in the world to him and he would do anything for them.

"I think I should have bought you a watch for Christmas, Wolfie," Harry said with a roll of his eyes and an exasperated tone, but he made no move to escape from his mate's arms. "That was a very short half an hour."

Fenrir grunted in response, nuzzling into his little mate and making sure that Toby wasn't getting squashed between them at all but was still included in the cuddle. When the Alpha looked at his little son he couldn't help but grin at the scowl upon his face, it really was one of the cutest things he had ever seen.

"Naughty, Daddy," Toby said, giving his father a rough poke to the chest. "It's story time. Go way."

"I think that Daddy came to say he's sorry, munchkin," Harry said to his little boy who was still scowling fiercely at his father.

"Little one," Fenrir growled in annoyance but Harry just looked up at his mate sternly, not about to take any crap from the Alpha today. Toby remained sat on Harry's lap, cuddled in Fenrir's arms, looking at both his parents curiously as he held Rory over his chest, snuggled into his arms.

"You owe him an apology, Fenrir," Harry stated firmly. Harry could cope with the Alpha's avoidance when it came to the word sorry; however, when it came to their son, Harry was determined that his mate wouldn't be that way. Tobias was a child and he wouldn't understand the issues that his father had with expressing himself.

"Daddy never say he sorry, Daddy, naughty," Toby said, wriggling to try and get out from the embrace of his parents, though Harry managed to keep him with them, knowing that the conversation wasn't over. He was determined to help Fenrir fix the bond with his son no matter what it took, despite what he had said before.

"You can't talk to your father like that, Toby, even if he has been a little bit silly," Harry chastised gently before turning back to his mate. "Fen," he prompted, knowing that it was going to take some encouragement to get the words from his mate, even if he was truly sorry for his actions.

"The two of you are my priority," he said gruffly, his entire body tensing up. It was almost as if even admitting this aloud was a struggle for him. Harry sighed, realising that it might have been a little too much to ask for the Alpha male, even where their son was concerned.

"That's hardly an apology, Fen, and he's not even two yet, you need to talk to him in a way that he will understand," Harry said, his brow furrowed. He knew that Toby wouldn't understand how to read into all the cryptic things that the Alpha said just yet. To be honest he didn't really want their son to have to learn how to interpret his own father.

Toby however was now looking up at his father with a scowl. "Daddy sorry?" he asked, a grumpy tone to his voice as he looked up at the Alpha of their pack.

"Yes," Fenrir admitted, quietly grateful for his son's question; he could see,however, that Harry was less pleased with the fact that he had found a way out of saying the words that he always tended to avoid.

Harry sighed; Fenrir still had trouble with the word sorry and Toby had let him off lightly today. Almost never, in their six years together, had the Alpha said the word sorry and the word love was even rarer still, seeing as he had never once uttered it aloud. He showed it of course, it was there frequently in the way he acted, but he had never verbalized it. Harry had long ago given up hope of ever hearing the Alpha say that he loved him.

Deciding that today was definitely not the day to be challenging his mate on these issues, Harry glanced up, looking over the clearing at the pack around them. He smiled as he saw a rather exhausted Micha and Damon heading back towards the group, Charlie curled up in his mother's arms, holding a plastic dinosaur in one chubby fist.

Damon was headed back to help the others finish off the preparations with the two boar carcases but Micha seemed to be headed their way, and Harry wondered if Charlie was going to actually prove to be better at apologies than Fenrir; it certainly wouldn't surprise him if this was indeed the case.

"Why did we have kids again?" Micha asked in barely more than a whisper as he collapsed down next to Harry and the Alpha, with Charlie remaining quietly cuddled on his lap, his tantrum having taken it out of him.

"Everything okay?" Harry asked earnestly with a small smile to his friend; Charlie seemed quite calm now and it was unusual for the little boy to throw quite such a fuss over anything, let alone just a toy.

"Damon seems to think that it was just the excitement of Christmas, combined with not getting his way," Micha explained, running his fingers through his son's dark brown hair. "Whatever it was I just hope it doesn't happen too often, that was horrible," Micha said with a frown. If this was the terrible twos then he was dreading the rest of the year. "Charlie, did you have something you wanted to say to Toby?"

"Tobee?" Charlie questioned from where he was sitting, but Harry and Fenrir's little boy just turned his head further away, refusing to even look at his best friend.

Micha let Charlie climb off his lap and watched carefully as his son approached the Alpha, Harry and Tobias; Charlie bent himself to the side, tipping his head a little trying to see Toby's face properly, but the little boy was still clinging to his purple dragon and burying his face against his parents.

"Are you not going to talk to Charlie, munchkin?" Harry asked gently.

"Char Char not nice, took Rory," Toby stated. The little boy looked up at his parents. "Char Char meaner than Daddy."

"Wow that's pretty mean," Harry muttered under his breath, unable to contain his smile at his son's words; he quickly had to school his features before meeting his son's eyes. "You let Daddy apologise to you, don't you think you should let Charlie try to say sorry too?"

"Why Awpha mean?" Charlie asked with a confused expression on his face; he liked the Alpha and thought that Toby did too.

"Cos he say no Daddy cuddles," Toby said quickly, before remembering he wasn't meant to be talking to Charlie and burying his face into Harry again.

"Tobee want Char Char special dinosaur?" Charlie asked, holding out the plastic t-rex he had been holding. "Charlie sorry," he said, sitting down in front of the Alpha pair and their son.

Toby slowly peered at his best friend, looking sceptical. "And Char Char no take Rory dwagon?"

"Charlie and Tobee both play with Rory dwagon?" Charlie asked hopefully.

"No," Toby said firmly, as he wriggled out of his parents grasp and onto his own two feet. "Rory stay with Mummy and boo bear," he said, making sure the purple dragon was in Harry's hands before he turned back to Charlie.

As the two toddlers had their discussion, Fenrir had tightened his hold around Harry's waist, watching the two pups keenly; a hundred and one thoughts running through his mind, however when it came time for him to speak there was only one that came to the forefront. Leaning his head on his little mate's shoulder, he whispered, "I want another one."

"Another one, another what?" Harry asked softly, feeling slightly confused, looking up at his mate and following his gaze to their son, before it dawned on him. "Oh, you mean you want another baby?" Harry asked, his voice an awed whisper.

Fenrir made a kind of grunting noise that Harry took to mean yes. Another child? Harry thought to himself; Toby was already nearly two and even if they conceived straight away their little boy would be nearly three before they would actually have another child. He found that the idea didn't terrify him at all, the fact that Fenrir wanted him to have another baby with him stoked a fire in the pit of Harry's stomach, one fuelled by lust and desire.

He watched on as Charlie said sorry to Toby again and sheepishly made a peace offering in the form of the plastic t-rex. Apparently it was enough for his son, because a moment later Toby was wrapping his best friend in a hug; Harry was definitely glad that Toby took after him in how he showed affection, he didn't think he could cope with another grumpy dominant in his life.

He glanced at Micha, who was wearing his 'that's so ridiculously cute' face. Harry agreed with the sentiment; the two boys were adorable; though a second later they broke apart and start pushing at each other in a race to get to the toy box. Harry laughed; yeah, he could probably get on board with having another one, though it would be interesting to see what he could get his mate to do in attempting to persuade him.

"I'll think about it," Harry said with a smile playing on his lips, looking up at his mate with an amused look on his face. However, the look that Fenrir gave him in return showed Harry that the Alpha was already clued into his little game and wouldn't be fooled.

"We should practice," Fenrir suggested, pulling his mate more firmly against him so that Harry could feel the beginnings of his erection growing in his jeans.

"You really think we need to practice, after six years and one baby already?" Harry asked as he felt his own cock start twitching in interest.

"Little one…"

"I suppose if Micha is happy to…" Harry began, glancing to his fellow submissive who was looking a little amused at the situation. Being sat so close he had heard most of the conversation they had had and was finding it rather entertaining.

"I have an eye on them, don't worry," Micha said before Harry had even finished his sentence, nodding his head towards where Leah was helping Charlie and Toby get the toys they wanted out.

"Great because the Alpha could really use the practice," Harry said cheekily before letting out a startled yelp as he was hoisted none too gently up and over the shoulder of the Alpha. Though he couldn't help but laugh as Fenrir began heading towards the forest with him, one hand on his bum to hold him in place.

Micha was laughing as he gathered up Baloo and Rory before they got dirty; there would probably be tears from both Harry and Toby if that happened. He got up and went and put them safely back in Harry's trunk, burying them safely at the bottom.

"Buh bye, Mummy," Toby called out, waving at his parents as he spotted them headed off towards the edge of the clearing.

"Stay with Charlie," Harry shouted back. "And ask Micha if you need anything, munchkin." He could see his little boy laughing at them, enjoying the rather dominant display that Fenrir was showing, not that the pups knew what they were going off to do.

Harry had thought it was too soon for them to think about having another child, but now he had the idea in his head of giving Toby a brother or sister, he couldn't help but smile and hope that their little family would grow again soon and he certainly wasn't against practicing in the meantime.

Sneaking off during the day wasn't exactly easy, not when Tobias was so keen to follow his father around and pretend that he was the Alpha just like his Daddy. It was only recently, as Toby had become old enough to forge a proper friendship with the slightly older Charlie, that they had had more opportunities to sneak into the forest to have some alone time with one another.

Harry wasn't sure why but within the last month or so Fenrir had been wanting their alone time to happen more and more frequently. His request for another baby really made sense now that Harry thought about it. Toby was perfect and he was growing up, it was the perfect time to give him a sibling and secretly Harry was hoping for a little girl.

Toby was quickly distracted from his parents vanishing into the forest as Charlie handed him another little toy dinosaur; Tobias was getting used to his parents disappearing off for short periods of time, so he wasn't in the least bit bothered by being left in the clearing, particularly now that he and Charlie were best friends again. He liked his Uncles Micha and Damon looking after him; they were fun.

Leah had gotten lots of toys out for them and now Toby had three dinosaurs to show to Damon, he gathered them up and began to head in his direction, however before he could get very far his Uncle Micha's hand tightened around his little wrist, stopping him, refusing to allow him to get any closer.

"Unc' Damon," Toby said with a small pout, explaining where he wanted to go by pointing with the stegosaurus in his hand.

"You have to wait here for a minute, Toby," Micha explained gently to the young pup. "They are just putting the dinner on the fire and I don't want you or Charlie to get hurt," he told the little boy, giving a little smile to his son who had come over to join them.

"Fire hot," Charlie said knowledgeably, with a serious expression on his face.

"That's right, Charlie," Micha said proudly, glad that his son had finally got the message; there had been several close calls where Charlie had been just a little too fascinated by the large fire that was kept burning in the middle of their clearing, though thankfully the pack was very watchful about where young hands were.

"But dine-saur," Toby said with a pout.

"Can I see your dinosaurs, Toby?" Callie asked gently, as she approached, having spotted that Micha was trying to stop the young boy from getting any closer to the fire.

"Look, Cawwie, look," he said, suddenly smiling and holding all three of the plastic dinosaurs up for her to see. "T-rex is Char Char dinosaur," he explained.

"Mine," Charlie agreed, wrapping his arms around Toby, "Wuv my Tobee." Callie and Micha both had to keep from laughing at the two year olds possessiveness over his best friend.

"Cawwie…" Toby began, looking up at his auntie curiously, more or less ignoring his best friend being attached to him, far too used to Charlie to be bothered by it. "Where Mummy and Daddy gone?"

"They use naughty words when they go into the forest," Violetta said matter-of-factly, coming over to join them, having had enough of helping with the cooking now that the skinning and gutting was finished. "Naughty words like-"

"That's enough of that, Violet," Callie said swiftly, she could only imagine what she might have heard, wandering into the forest while the Alpha pair were enjoying their alone time.

Violet crossed her arms over her chest, pouted and stuck her nose in the air, before sulking off to go see what Leah and Ceylon were doing, because if they were doing something fun without her she was going to be really upset.

Callie knelt down to Toby's level so that she could talk to him. "You don't listen to Violet, she's just being silly," she said. "Your Mummy and Daddy just like to go and have cuddles."

"But I want Mummy, Daddy cuddles," Toby said with a disapproving scowl.

"Mummy and Daddy will be back soon and then I am sure they will want lots of Toby cuddles," Micha assured the little boy. "So why don't we play with these dinosaurs for a bit and then they will be back before you know it."

Charlie cheered, releasing his best friend so that he could clap his approval, and Toby nodded enthusiastically. "Okay, Unc' Micha."

"I call this one Tobee," Charlie said pointing out the plastic T-rex in Toby's hand.

"But that's my name, Char Char," Toby said, seemingly thinking that his best friend was being very silly. Callie and Micha watched on fondly as the two little boys began to play with their dinosaurs, making the occasional roaring noise between them.

FGHP

Sated from his afternoon romp in the forest with his mate, and with his belly delightfully full of boar, Harry couldn't have been happier. His mate was curled around him and his son was asleep on his lap. Tobias had refused to sleep without Rory and even now, as he slept, his little arms held tightly to the purple dragon as if afraid someone might steal him.

"He's become rather attached to that thing," Fenrir said disapprovingly, having followed his mate's gaze down to where their son slept. He wasn't keen on his only child being attached to a stuffed dragon, it didn't seem fitting for a dominant male or the son of an Alpha to have such an attachment but he didn't have the heart to separate them and he doubted that Harry would have allowed it.

"I think it's sweet," Harry said as he ran his fingers through his little boy's tufty black hair that already stuck out all over the place uncontrollably. After a moment of silence where the Alpha had started to nuzzle into his mates neck, placing soft kisses there, Harry asked; "Did you mean what you said, about another one?"

"I meant it," Fenrir responded in his usual dulcet tones.

"I want another one too," Harry agreed with a small smile as he turned to look at Fenrir, careful not to disturb the young boy in his lap. Instead of verbalising his response the Alpha pressed his lips to Harry's in a searing kiss, acknowledging that they would be trying for their second baby.