AN: Thank you for letting me know what you want me to do. Your wish is my command. I will update one chapter every weekend and see where it leads us :-) In the meantime: if you have any ideas that you'd like to share with me, feel free even if it's just minor details.
"Just a minute!" she called out to the closed door before quickly making her way over there.
Which she soon wished she had never done. Because as soon as she turned the knob and opened it…
This couldn't be.
Please, God, no...
This was not happening.
Her mouth practically dropped to the floor but she quickly closed it before he would.
An evil grin appeared on his handsome face "Took you long enough little wolf, you know I'm not a patient man".
She swallowed hard and gasped "Victor".
"Aren't you gonna invite me in?".
She couldn't believe it. After more than ten years she didn't expect to see him again…
She swallowed hard as she held on to the doorknob.
"No" she whispered in shock "But something tells me that won't stop you".
He chuckled, she knew him well this little wolf. He pushed past her, into the hallway and strolled towards the living room.
"Nice place, I had a hard time finding you, didn't expect you to move up in the world so quickly. You look nice by the way, had a fun night?".
He looked around appreciatively. She really did move up. He remembered the apartment she lived in years ago which was quite nice but this… was something alright. A real house.
"Why are you here Victor?".
"Just passing by you know, thought I'd say hi, tell you how my brother is doing" he answered with a wide grin on his face as he sat down in one of the luxurious chairs, looking around the living room.
She inhaled nervously and walked closely behind him into the living room where she closed the doors behind her.
"How is he doing?" she asked, anything to get him out of here as quick as possible.
"He's fine. Speaking off the runt... He's actually the reason why I'm here. Jimmy wants to meet the woman who saved his life and I was more than happy to oblige in finding you".
Her ears pricked up when she heard noise coming from upstairs.
"Victor, this isn't really a good time… You need to go" she quickly said.
He frowned as he relaxed back into the chair, not ready to leave yet.
"That's awfully unkind of you Ylva. And after all that we've shared together… I just came to talk, there's no need to get your panties in a twist".
"We can talk tomorrow okay? We can meet up somewhere. I was just going to bed, you really need to go Victor" she pressed the matter some more.
He slowly shook his head and smirked at her "You weren't going to bed… Are you expecting company Ylva?".
For some unknown reason jealousy struck as he secretly reminisced about the night they spent. He grinned and licked his lips. This could be a nice evening… After getting rid of the company she was obviously expecting.
"No I…"
A noise from behind the door distracted her.
"Mommy?".
NO!
Too late...
Fuck, fuck, FUCK!
This was not about to happen! He was not supposed to know!
"Mommy, I can't sleep".
She quickly turned around and opened the door just a little.
"I'll come soon honey, go upstairs okay?".
"Who's your friend?" the little boy in the doorway asked curiously as he gazed at the big feral man in the chair.
Victor's eyes grew wide when he saw the little boy, heard the soft voice, and he smelled…
Blood relation.
"He's a friend from work sweetheart" Ylva said as she kneeled down next to him "He was just leaving and you need to go back to bed sweetie".
The little boy frowned and looked over to the bigger feral man.
"Hi, my name is Liekos, what's yours?".
Ylva closed her eyes tightly in fear of what would happen next.
"I'm Victor. Victor Creed" he almost choked on the words.
The little boy noticed the big claws of the feral man and was instantly fascinated.
"How cool! You have claws too! Mom says that one day I…"
"Liekos!" she quickly interrupted him in a stern voice. She could still prevent this, there was still a possibility.
"Go to bed now! I will come in a few minutes to tuck you in".
"But Mom–".
"Now!" she almost snapped.
She closed the thick living room doors behind him after he left and ran up to his bedroom. She slowly turned around and looked up at Victor, unsure of her next move. Would he fall for it or would it anger him if she lied? She wasn't a very good liar. Never had been. But it didn't matter. She had to try. Because he was never supposed to know.
"You need to go, my husband could be home any minute and I don't want any trouble" she tried to convince him as she held up her hand, showing him the shiny gold ring she was wearing.
"Your husband hm?" he cocked his brow amusingly, he knew she was lying "I thought you were such a loner Ylva, what's changed?" he asked as he got up from the chair and walked over to the fireplace.
"It's none of your business, I don't want trouble so you really need to leave".
"Is your husband, the father of your– "
"Yes!" she answered a little too quickly "Yes he is…" she added quietly.
"Hm" he mumbled as he strolled across the room "That's funny Ylva. All these pictures of you and your son but no picture of a so called husband" he replied provocatively as he picked some photographs and looked at them.
There were pictures of her son's birthday party, of them together on a swing, holiday pictures and even a few pictures with her brother Jason. The boy looked a lot younger in those. Around the age of 4 or 5. He was smiling a lot. So was she.
A happy childhood.
"So is your husband the one who always takes the photographs or is his mutant power invisibility or– "
Ylva slowly strolled backwards towards the living room door. She had to get out of here…
But as soon as her hand reached the door knob, Victor turned around, launched himself at her and grabbed her arms violently. He spun her around, smacked her on the ground and they both ended up on the floor, with him on top.
"How old is he!?" he hissed down at the feral woman.
All mother instincts came out and she growled in his face violently.
"HOW OLD IS HE YLVA?!" he growled as he pressed her head on the floor.
She took a deep breath, narrowed her eyes in anger and stared into his dark eyes.
"Ten. He's ten years old Victor".
She spoke determinedly, she knew he would realize what it meant. But fuck it. He must have known as soon as he saw her little boy. He must have smelled it.
Not quite knowing how to react, he grinned wickedly, as if he had made some sort of conquest over her.
"So whose son is he then little wolf?".
"Oh fuck off Victor, you know whose son he is!".
"I want… to hear you… say it" he growled deeply.
"There's only one possibility, since I don't sleep around. He's your son Victor".
As realization hit him, he loosened his violent grip on her and stared into a void.
He had a son.
He had a fucking son.
"Stay away from him Victor Creed! I swear I will end you, you hear me! If you as much as lay one finger on him! I will fucking rip you to shreds!" she hissed as she started twisting and turning violently under his grip.
He gave a her a strange glare as he got up from the ground. He offered his hand to pull her up but she angrily smacked it away and got up herself.
"I know that you're one bat shit crazy frail, but if you think I would hurt my own flesh and blood, you really need a check-up babe".
"And you really need to go!" she snapped.
He chuckled and walked towards the big living room seat. If this bitch thought he would leave any time soon after finding out he had a cub… she was even crazier than he thought.
"No, no, no sweet cheeks. Things just changed. I'll be staying just a little bit longer. We have a lot to talk about, you and I".
Years ago he had laid a claim. On her. The mark was still visible as ever. And now he had a ten year old son. The bitch should've fucking told him, she had no right to just take that from him. And if she really thought he would leave now. She was dead wrong.
'Dead' being the key word if she tried to get rid of him. He would claim what was his. It was all his, she was marked by him, she bared him a cub, they were all his. And he would claim it for real this time.
"I need to get my son to sleep" she broke his thoughts and quickly made her way out of the living room.
He had no idea how to deal with this. The only thing he knew was: marching up there to tell the boy he had a father, would probably not be the right way. It would scare him off.
He walked over to the stairs and pricked his ears. Listening to her and the little boy. She was telling a story and he was laughing softly. Really laughing. The sounds almost choked Creed. That little boy upstairs, that was… His cub. He even looked like him. He had the same grey eyes.
How the hell did she pay for this house and the kid? A single mom with a job as a concert pianist and music teacher. He looked around some more. The house looked fucking nice. There were several of his toys lying around in the living room. Like a real home. The kid must be happy here. He sure as hell looked happy in the pictures.
His ears picked up how she kissed him goodnight and told him she loved him. Damn, she was a good mom. Not some cold bitch who never cuddled or thought emotions were a weakness. No, his little wolf wasn't at all like his own mom. She was the kind of mom who'd leave the nightlight on and check under the bed for non-existing monsters. But still, she'd better have a damn good explanation for leaving him in the dark about having a son…
He realized she hadn't aged a day, as she walked down the stairs in the long red evening dress she was still wearing.
Without saying a word, she led him in into the living room where she sat down.
"Who was the man who left your house before I came in?".
"Excuse me?" she asked mildly offended while she started picking up some toys and put them away.
"The man… leaving your house before I knocked on your door. Who was he?" he growled more demandingly.
"Just a colleague and I don't need to answer to you Victor Creed" she pointed one finger in his direction.
"And yet you just did, just like old times. So, let's get down to business. We have a lot to discuss Ylva. Why don't you get us some drinks"
"Get it yourself" she snapped "The kitchen's across the hall".
He grinned evilly and cracked his neck "Would you like me to wake up our little cub and tell him I'm his father?".
She inhaled sharply. That bastard.
"Whiskey?" she offered.
"Please".
Well, at least he said please. So he learned some manners over the years.
He eyed her curiously as she put the whiskey in front of him, took of her shoes and pulled her feet up in the big chair. Sipping her tea as she eyed him viciously. Mmmm, it seemed this little wolf had grown more confident over the years. There was definitely more fire there, more fight even. Must be mother instinct, he decided.
"Why didn't you tell me?" he suddenly sneered.
He tried to keep the accusation out of his voice but failed miserably.
"I didn't know how to reach you".
"Bullshit!" he growled.
"Keep your voice down and don't use cusswords. My son is asleep".
"Then tell me the truth woman".
She closed her eyes and sighed "Okay" she said as she opened them once more and looked him straight into his preying eyes "I moved shortly after our… uhm… after I left your Brotherhood base. I didn't know I was pregnant then. But I needed a new job because obviously the New York State Theater replaced me. My director put in a good word with the director of the Vienne Opera house and one week later Jason and I moved there".
"So when did you find out?" he asked.
"Find out what?".
He smirked wickedly "That you were gonna give birth to our own little miracle of lo…"
"Don't!" she interrupted him as she pointed a at him "Don't you even dare say it Victor!".
Her voice was low and threatening. And greatly amusing to him.
She took a deep breath and decided to tell him the truth. Not like there was a chance on backing out on him now.
"Anyway, ironically enough, I didn't find out until I was almost due. Apparently, and this was new for me, feral pregnancies only last two months. Just like actual wolves. So after more than one month, I was getting big and… three weeks later Liekos was born".
"Liekos…" he murmured. "Means 'wolf' in Greek" he mumbled approvingly.
Surprised at his knowledge, she raised her brows "Yes, it does".
"Is he like us?" Victor asked.
"Not yet but he probably will be. He has a small healing factor already but puberty hasn't hit yet so no claws or teeth so far. Male ferals don't start showing their mutations until puberty".
"You should have told me Ylva!" he suddenly barked at her.
"No! You should have left me alone Victor".
"He's my cub too!".
"Keep your voice down!" she hissed "Liekos is my son. He doesn't even know who the hell you are! You were just… you… you're nothing more than his 'procreator'".
Her words stabbed him like a knife in the heart but he wouldn't show. Just like the little note she had left after their one night together. The note which had said 'It's been fun'.
Fun… FUN?!
It was so much more than just fun. Fucking bitch.
"You should have told me Ylva. I had every right to know".
She knew he was right, and her awful words were only to mask her feelings of guilt.
"I did what I thought was right Victor. I do not believe that the leader of the Brotherhood is a suitable father for my child".
He narrowed his eyes at her "Then you should've thought about that before spreading your legs for me" he replied smoothly.
Her face felt flushed as he brought back the memories of that night. He decided to cut her some slack just for this night and change the topic. He wanted to know so much more about the little boy.
"Where does he go to school? Does he do well?".
"He goes to a private school. He's very smart for his age. He's three years ahead when it comes to math and his reading skills are developing like crazy. He loves to read. That's why I send him to private school, so he can be taught lessons at his own level. Else he would just be bored in school. He's really very smart".
He liked how proud she looked when she talked about the boy.
"He's not into music though. Probably wants to rebel against his mom or something. But he loves to play basketball so I let him do whatever he likes best. Can't force him to play the piano unfortunately" she chuckled a little and looked down at her hands.
"How do you pay for all of this. You're a single mom… how can you give him this kind of childhood?".
"It's called an inheritance Victor. Something you get when your family members die and have no one else to leave their money to. And I'll have you know that I have a fine salary thank you very much".
He smirked and remembered the morning he found Stryker dead on the floor. With that goddamn note. 'It's been fun' she had written. It angered him to no extent every time he thought about it. 'Fun'… He growled internally. He didn't know anything about sentimental shit like 'love' or whatever else romantic crap you could do with each other at night, but he knew that their night together had been more than 'fun'. And so did she. He might've had to convince her a little though.
"Mmmmmm, my little wolf with blood on her hands, killing her own father after she just made a deal with the Sabretooth to do so" he cocked his head at her "Why?".
"I don't like to have debts mister Creed".
He stared at her intensely for a little while. And she just stared back into his grey eyes. He noticed her eyes were the same bright blue they were ten years ago. Almost nothing had changed. But everything had changed. They had a son. They had made a miniature living person together. Someone like them.
"You're not just going away are you?" she suddenly broke the silence.
He smirked "Not for a while Ylva… not for a while".
She swallowed hard and thought about what to do next. What could she do really? This felt like ten years ago all over again. He just barged in and took over.
"This is my house. You are trespassing. I could call the cops on you Victor".
"You could. But you'll have a lot of blood on your hands if you do" he smirked wickedly "So, what's it gonna be baby?".
What choice did she have really? Part of her even felt like she owed him this. For not telling him he had a son.
"You can sleep on the couch for tonight. But don't you dare tell Liekos that you're his father! He's not ready for that yet. And after tonight, you will find different accommodations".
She got up from the chair to leave the room but he blocked her way quickly.
"When is he ready to know?" he asked, curiously eyeing her face up and down.
"When I say so" she snapped as she pushed him off her and walked out.
When she returned with several pillows and blankets, she dropped them angrily on the couch and marched towards the living room doors again.
But before she could open them, he grabbed he wrist and pulled her flush against him.
"Why did you leave me little wolf?".
His voice was husky and seductive, sending shivers to every nerve in her body. Images of that certain night came back to her. Of him inside her, of her crawling underneath him, begging him not to stop. His skin on her skin, his lips on every inch of her body, setting her core on fire as he pushed in and out of her. Grunting her name as she tightened around him. How he roared when he came inside her and how he asked her to stay. Or demanded was more like it. But he had meant it. He never wanted anything as badly as that night, for her to stay forever. Even when Jimmy left, it was less painful than when he found this little wolf's note the next morning. And that's why he marked her, to show he had chosen her as his mate.
She tried to pull away from him but he just tightened his grip and brought his face closer, eyeing her lips and breathing intensely.
"You know why I left Victor" she mumbled as she tried hard not to look at his eyes.
Though looking at his chest didn't really help either. Especially since she knew what it looked and felt like underneath that fabric.
"Well, that's just not good enough little wolf" he whispered closely to her mouth.
Before letting her go, he meant to brush his mouth softly past her lips. But the second their lips touched, he clutched her to his chest and smashed his mouth down on hers. Her lips were on fire against his. He growled and attempted to take full control of the kiss. Forcing her mouth open and fully dominating it with his tongue.
As soon as his tongue touched hers, she came to her senses and bit down hard on his lower lip. She pulled back and slapped him hard across the face.
"This is my house Victor Creed. So you will abide by my rules if you wish to stay here!".
He snickered softly as she stormed out.
This was going to be so much fun, he decided as he licked off the blood on his lip.
AN: one of you asked what age Victor and Ylva are now. I guess they are now 200 and 50. But due to their healing factor they still look 35 and 25 so it doesn't really matter :-) Their little cub is 10 but you probably already figured that :-P