"Uh, Mom, Dad, this is Killan, my brother," Morgan said haltingly.
By the looks on their faces and the crash from the kitchen where she assumed Mary K was listening, Morgan figured that she had not found a point to mention her brother to them.
Her mother's face had gone pale, "Your – your – your – "
"Brother?!" Mary K shrieked as she walked into the room.
"Killan. Nice to meet you. Heard plenty about you," Killan said, shaking hands with the stunned members of my family.
"I wish we could say the same," Mary K said, glaring at Morgan.
"Ah, yes. Well, I never did find time to mention them to you, I suppose," Morgan said quietly.
"Them? There are more?!" Mary K shouted to Killan's amusement.
"Yes. In fact, besides me there's another brother, a sister, and a father. If she likes she can also share my mum, but I doubt she would want her," Killan said lightly.
"A sister?" Mary K asked, looking down at the floor. "A real sister?"
"A father?" Sean gulped. "But I thought your father died in that barn?"
"No. Angus, the man who died with my mother, was not actually my father. I ran across Ciaran, my real father, in New York." Morgan decided to omit the insignificant detail that her father had been trying to kill her when they had realized their connection. She also decided to forget to mention the part where they shape shifted and he almost convinced her to eat Hunter. "As for my sister, it is unlikely that we'll ever meet. I get the impression that my other siblings didn't really deal with their father's indiscretions as well as Killan did."
Mark K looked relieved.
"Wow, that's wonderful honey," her mother said, with a fake smile that seemed to pain her.
"Look. This isn't going to change anything. You're still my family. However, I would like it if Killan could stay here for awhile, he's visiting from across an ocean, and it'd be really neat," Morgan asked pleadingly.
"I don't see why not. He can stay in the guest room. Seeing as your family, I don't think the no boys upstairs rule really applies here," her mother stated.
"Thanks Mom. I'll get him settled in , if that's all right," Morgan said, leading Killan up the stairs, though she knew very well he'd already been there a couple of days. She may know, but her parents didn't, and wouldn't.
By the looks on their faces and the crash from the kitchen where she assumed Mary K was listening, Morgan figured that she had not found a point to mention her brother to them.
Her mother's face had gone pale, "Your – your – your – "
"Brother?!" Mary K shrieked as she walked into the room.
"Killan. Nice to meet you. Heard plenty about you," Killan said, shaking hands with the stunned members of my family.
"I wish we could say the same," Mary K said, glaring at Morgan.
"Ah, yes. Well, I never did find time to mention them to you, I suppose," Morgan said quietly.
"Them? There are more?!" Mary K shouted to Killan's amusement.
"Yes. In fact, besides me there's another brother, a sister, and a father. If she likes she can also share my mum, but I doubt she would want her," Killan said lightly.
"A sister?" Mary K asked, looking down at the floor. "A real sister?"
"A father?" Sean gulped. "But I thought your father died in that barn?"
"No. Angus, the man who died with my mother, was not actually my father. I ran across Ciaran, my real father, in New York." Morgan decided to omit the insignificant detail that her father had been trying to kill her when they had realized their connection. She also decided to forget to mention the part where they shape shifted and he almost convinced her to eat Hunter. "As for my sister, it is unlikely that we'll ever meet. I get the impression that my other siblings didn't really deal with their father's indiscretions as well as Killan did."
Mark K looked relieved.
"Wow, that's wonderful honey," her mother said, with a fake smile that seemed to pain her.
"Look. This isn't going to change anything. You're still my family. However, I would like it if Killan could stay here for awhile, he's visiting from across an ocean, and it'd be really neat," Morgan asked pleadingly.
"I don't see why not. He can stay in the guest room. Seeing as your family, I don't think the no boys upstairs rule really applies here," her mother stated.
"Thanks Mom. I'll get him settled in , if that's all right," Morgan said, leading Killan up the stairs, though she knew very well he'd already been there a couple of days. She may know, but her parents didn't, and wouldn't.