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Funkita - oh yes, but the important part is that he now knows. The best part is, Deuce has been at the Wolf's home a lot so in a strange way, his dad's kinda been there all along :)
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Barkley rolled over in his bed and let out a soft whimper. His head was absolutely throbbing and it woke him from a sound sleep. He opened his eyes and shifted them over to the alarm clock, it was no where near time for him to get up or get anyone else up. He sat up for a moment and rested his back against their mahogany headboard. He took a few deep breaths hoping that would help him sort whatever this was out.
He held his eyes closed for a few moments, hoping to drift off to sleep again when he felt a moisture come from his nose. He brought his hand up to his nose and wiped it. He touched the edge of the lampshade and it turned on. "Oh shit..." he realized the moisture on his hand was his own blood.
Feeling startled, he jumped out of bed and headed to the en-suite bathroom. He turned on the light and droplets hit the cream colored counter-top. He gripped both sides of the counter just to keep himself steady.
He put the seat down on the toilet and sat there, resting his head on his arm while he grabbed some tissue off the roll to press against his nose all simultaneously pinching the bridge. 'Please stop… stop, this can't be happening.' He whined to himself. 'I can do like, cold or flu… that's fine… but I can't be seriously ill, I have pups to raise.'
Barkley cursed himself for thinking like that, Sawyer had a child to raise too when he was taken.
"What the hell happened in here?" Scarlet looked at the light switch that had bloody fingerprints on it. "This ain't no damn forensic show-" she finally began to wake up a bit and focus. "Barkley!"
He brought his head up slowly and she kissed his cheek. "I'm sorry about the mess."
"Oh Barkley, shh. Don't worry about it baby, what's wrong?" She knelt down in front of him, the tissues he was holding were bloodied.
"My head's pounding, it won't stop and I feel sick but I think that's blood loss..." He rambled. His voice was soft however he felt like it was booming.
She frowned to find his nose still bleeding when she removed the tissue to replace it with new. 'Should we stay home?' She had to work in a few hours from now but so did he. "You stay here honey, I'm gonna grab the keys and warn Clawd he's home with the babies alone. We're going to the emergency."
"No," he whimpered, he hated hospitals. He didn't mind when he wasn't the one admitted… as strange as that sounded. "I don't want to. I'd rather be at home..."
Scarlet growled. "Barkley Joseph so help me if I have to drag your ass outta this house. I will do it – no one bleeds out their nose for no damn reason."
He swallowed hard and nodded, she was right. Scarlet was always right. She quickly left their bathroom, bedroom and nearly ran down the first flight of stairs and then the second flight to the basement. Why the hell did she let Clawd pick which room he wanted again? She knocked lightly on the door and then swung it open.
Deuce was nestled in Clawd's fur and the wolf was sound asleep himself. "Clawd! Psst, Clawd."
The werewolf woke up and rubbed his eyes. "Ma? Did my alarm not go off?"
"Clawd your father's sick, I'm taking him to the emergency. The pups will all be here and I couldn't leave before letting you know okay?" She was panicked and Clawd sat up, still slightly groggy.
"Yeah, yeah Ma. Go, we'll be alright here. Text me any updates, please." He hugged her quickly and she took off at top speed out of his room, not even shutting the door.
Clawd changed his alarm for earlier than he had it set for originally. He realized he'd have to get the twins, Clawnor and both of his sisters ready for school. Clawdia should be resting, however maybe Max could help? He sure hoped so.
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"Alright pups, this is your wake up call from Captain Asshole," Max banged on Clawnor's bedroom door, he then banged on the bedroom door of the twins. "if you don't get your fluffy butts up in the next 10 minutes I will be in to tickle the shit out of you!"
Clawnor's door opened almost right away, he hated to be tickled. "I'm up, I'm up..."
"We're up too..." Howlmilton growled.
"Unfortunately..." Howldon almost staggered into his twin, they were definitely mostly asleep still.
"And forward, march! Down the stairs!"
Meanwhile in the kitchen, Clawd heaved a sigh as he opened the refrigerator door. What could they have that was quick for him to put together? His mind was blank as he stared at the fridge full of fresh ingredients. Why was this so hard?
He shut the fridge door and decided to brew a pot of coffee, he hated the taste but he needed that extra zing of energy this damn early.
Clawdeen and Howleen trudged up the stairs growling at one another, Deuce tapped Howleen's nose and went to do the same to Clawdeen however she almost bit his finger. He pulled it back, clearly insulted. "Rude." He commented as he made his way to the kitchen. He could see Clawd was struggling to stay awake almost. He put the carton of cream in the canned goods cupboard and shut it. Oh boy... and they were supposed to start casketball practice in about an hour and a half?
"Umm, babe. Why don't you have your coffee? I'll get breakfast started and the lunches ready for the smaller fluffs." The gorgon said as he grabbed the carton of cream from the cupboard and put it back on the shelf in the fridge.
Deuce knew the everyone's normal lunch, so it would be easy for him.
Clawnor loved a turkey sandwich with lettuce and mayo. The mayonnaise had to be between the meat and the lettuce and not touching the bread. The younger pup hated when his sandwich was soggy. Howlmilton preferred a roast beef sandwich with a little butter, salt and pepper to taste and tomato. Nothing else.
Howldon was the easiest, he loved his ham but wouldn't complain if it was another sandwich meat. His only called for butter on his bread, toss a bunch of meat on and add a slice of cheese. The gorgon remembered Scarlet usually did little baggies of veggies up for the boys, each got a juice box and water. A small bag of fruit snacks. They also, as a treat they typically received either cookies or chips, however sometimes Ma would let them have both.
The older children were easier, Pops always had a jar of money above the stove and each of the older siblings got $10 from it. They could spend it however they pleased. Sometimes Mom would make them little bags of snacks, just in case they were extra hungry.
Once the gorgon was done with the lunches he moved onto breakfast, he figured everyone would be down for scrambled eggs and toast. He figured some bacon wouldn't hurt either. It was an easy enough breakfast and quite filling also.
Clawd downed one cup of coffee and started making himself another. Deuce's eyes widened when his werewolf added sugar to his coffee, did he know what he was doing?
Howldon and Howlmilton walked into the kitchen - walked - not ran like they normally did and they cuddled into Clawd's waist. Directly on either side of him. "Hey guys." He greeted them, taking just a moment to rest his own eyes, he opened them when he could feel the mug begin to tip in his hands. Luckily his second coffee was almost gone.
Max rounded Clawnor up, caught the little guy trying to go back to bed. "Max, I don't get up for another hour or so…" he whined lightly. "why's today any different?"
Max pondered the thought himself. "I don't know, Ma text me asking if I'd help get the little ones going this morning. I don't even know why Ma's not home. Her shift doesn't start for another hour and a half."
Clawd sighed as he poured more coffee, only adding sugar this time. Did he even know what he was doing? "Ma took dad to the hospital a couple hours ago…"
Deuce nearly dropped the frying pan with the bacon, "Is Pops alright?" The gorgon debated shutting everything down and going to find Ma and Pops.
Maximilian cringed, he truly hoped Clawdia didn't hear anything - because if she did… she'd be flying out the door so fast she'd leave them all spinning. "I'm not a doctor, nor have I had the chance to portray one yet… but usually when you go to the hospital it's not a social call."
He could feel Deuce's glare upon him.
Clawd grabbed his pitiful cellular phone out and checked it for new messages, there weren't any. "I don't know… Ma hasn't messaged me yet.
Just then a call came through, it was Scarlet. He slid it over. "Hi Ma! What's going on?" He put her on speaker phone and every being in the house stayed quiet.
"Hi sweetheart, I'm just calling to make sure you guys are up and going. Lunches made? Breakfast started? You'll need your nutrition for the rest of the day-"
"How's pops, mama?" Clawdeen asked suddenly, earning herself a glare from Clawd.
"Hello everyone," her sigh was audible. "listen… they're quite busy here. Your stubborn father from what I gather was woken up from a sound sleep with an intense headache, his nose started bleeding and he hurled on the way to the hospital. They're trying but we have to be patient at the same time. And the hospital is not any place to come to get rest, they've been taking vitals every hour. So needless to say Pops is grumpy, overtired and he's putting up his 'I'm fine' facade and I'd kinda like to punch him for it."
"Aww Pops." The gorgon mumbled as he turned his attention back to the bacon. Last thing he wanted was to burn it, like Pops. "Do you guys need anything Ma?" Deuce figured he could at least offer his services.
There was some mumbling in the background. "Barkley Joseph you do not need a damn cheeseburger this early in the morning, I will not ask your favorite son to get one. I'm aware Deuce is your favorite right now, yes." The pups giggled as their mother lightly argued with their father. "No sweetheart we're alright. Just make sure everyone gets their lunches done and some breakfast and… I'll touch base with Max later as you will all be in school. I love each and every one of you, pops does too."
Clawd sighed, "Love you, Ma." He ended the call and shook his head lightly. "Do they not know what they're there for? What caused the bloody nose, vomiting and massive headache? Something's wrong…"
Various pups whined and lightly whimpered as Clawd voiced his thoughts out loud.
"Don't worry guys, Pops is in the best place for him." The gorgon try to cheer up the young ones, "Plus Ma's there looking out for him, you know she won't let anything bad happen." Deuce didn't know if his heart was breaking because of Pops being in the hospital or the fact the pups were sad.
Clawnor tried to slow down his breathing, it had gotten quicker as he listened to the details of what was happening at the hospital. "Guys… what if… what if dad… doesn't come home? Like… ever?" The young wolf pup shifted his gaze towards where the mantle was in the living room. He knew uncle Sawyer, his sister and brother were there… he didn't want his father up there too.
Deuce tossed the spatula to the side, right now he didn't give a damn about the bacon. The gorgon knelt down beside the youngest pup. "Listen Clawnor, Pops will be coming home. That's why Ma took his stubborn ass to the hospital, they'll look him over and patch him up. He will most likely have to take it easy for a couple days but he will be coming home little buddy." The gorgon rubbed the youngest wolf's arm in a soothing way, like Clawd had done for him many times.
Clawd bit down on his lip, Maximilian turned his attention to getting the bacon off the stove before it was truly burnt and not 'Pops' burnt.
Clawnor's bright amber colored eyes stared directly into Deuce's sunglasses… albeit he was staring directly into Deuce's eyes. "Promise me, Deuce, please. Promise me that dad's coming home…"
