Scott's POV

Really to watch him eat can be the funniest thing. I swear no one taught this guy any manners. But then if I remember right he did say his mother did die when he was younger.

"Childbirth." He had said once when we were alone and slightly drunk.

It was so long ago but I remember it clearly that I gave him a small whistle as I brought my bottle to my lips, "Damn what about the kid?" I asked as I took another sip.

He got quiet and for him I knew he was choosing his words carefully. While normally he would be a loud drunk there were some times when he would sink in back into himself. They were rare but it always showed me a sight of him that he hid from the rest of the world. "I was seven…" He started as his blue eyes glazed over. "Mattie was out with our dad but I was feeling like shit so I had stayed home."

I had this feeling that it was a story he had never told anyone so in a way I slightly felt honored but on at the same time I felt like I was being passed a secret. I wasn't sure if I wanted to be a part of it but my silence was enough for him. "Yeah he lived." He finally said as he took a sip of his own drink.

Gently I reached out my hand and took his free hand, "Hey she's in a better place." I said with a smile on my face, "She's up in heaven watchin' over your loud ass right now."

"Maybe." He answered softly as he turned away from me.

I blinked as I squeezed his hand, "What do you mean maybe? Wasn't your Mum a good…well Mum?"

"The best." He said with a bittersweet smile on his face, "She was the coolest Mom ever and I hope I have a shit ton of kids just…" He stopped as he took another sip.

Again I pushed, "Just?"

For a long time he was quiet. He was fighting with some strong personal demons but I hoped he'd at least share a little of it with me. "Scottie can I ask you a question?"

"You already did." I answered as he let go of my hand, "Sure kid what's on your mind?"

He turned to me as his cheeks started to turn red from the alcohol, "Do you believe in God?"

It wasn't something I was prepared for really and for a moment it took my buzzed mind to come up with something to say, "Well yeah but you don't do you?"

"It's hard when…" He stopped again as tears started to rain down from his face, "Fuck."

There it was, his whole mask had crumbled to the waste side and I was staring at the real Omega beneath all the loud proud talk. "Al,"

"No." He sobbed as he covered his face with his hands as he tried to disappear into his knees. "She was all alone and I couldn't do a damn thing! I was helpless and no cries to God changed that. He didn't care for a beautiful Omega that had a full life ahead of her or her sons that needed her…"

Slowly I put my beer down and wrapped my arms around him and let him cry into my chest. "She wasn't alone." I said once I was sure he was calming down, "She had you."

He balled up my sweatshirt into his hands, "I can't remember her any more…if it wasn't for the photographs she'd be nothing but a memory."

"A memory that shaped you into who you are," I kissed the top of his head as I said it.

I doubt if he remembers that night at all or it was just a blacked out haze but he never spoke of his mother ever again. So since he never talked about it I never brought it up but that doesn't stop me from wondering what else he's keeps bottled up inside.

"Alfred?" I ask once he's done shoving food into that vacuum he calls a mouth.

"Hmm?" He halfheartedly answers as he reaches for his coffee, "If it's about coffee I'm only having like one cup and it's decaf."

I nod as rest my chin on my hand; how I hate these stupid booths but it was the only table left in this place at lunch time, "Have you told me everything?"

"Everything?" He repeats as he blinks, "About what?"

"Well, let's start with where the fuck your father is." It's a safe subject and if I want to get anywhere I have to work slowly and methodically.

He manages a chuckle as he takes a sip, "He's a business guy that takes his job way to seriously." He puts his cup down as he reaches for the sugar, "He travels most of the year so normally Mattie or I take Peter unless he's taking him along."

"So how is your twin?" I really should be writing this down but he'd probably take it and hid it like he's down with a few of my things.

After dumping about half of the sugar packets into his coffee he answers, "Pretty good I think. We don't get to talk as much as we use to." He manages a small smile as he stirs his coffee, "Him and Lars are living somewhere in the Netherlands most of the time." As he sighs he looks over at me, "So what about your brothers?"

I shrug slightly, "Probably back in the UK doing God knows what with that band of his." Really I'm sure he's somewhere in a pub getting sloshed more than working on his music but he lives his life and I live mine.

He lets out a laugh as he looks over the dessert menu, "That sounds like the Art I remember." While he looks it over I watch him. He has such a look of peace over his face and really I wonder if this is the first time since he mated with Kuro that he's just have a lunch date. "So you want something too?" He asks as he tries to hand it to me.

I stand up slide over to his side of the booth, "Well let's see…" I start as I cuddle up to him, "How about we split a piece of pie?"

"Uh no." He says with a smart ass smile, "There is no sharing when it comes to dessert Dude you either have like one bite or you get your own."

"Maybe I just want one bite." I answer as I pull him closer to me before interlocking my fingers with his. "Cause I know if we get apple I'd probably lose my hand if I try for any more than that."

As he rests his head on my shoulder I wonder how I let myself get this damn soft. Then again it's not hard to have a soft spot for him. So while I want to there won't be any hard questions for the moment. There'll be time enough for that perhaps after I kiss the apple cinnamon off of his lips.