Short prologue dedicated to parents.


At home the Louds. To 23.00.

Half an hour before the appearance of the magical Northern Lights.

In parents' room, a strange silence fell steeped in sadness.

Rita and Lynn Sr were already in pajamas and about to go both to bed without saying anything.

Then it was Rita who broke the silence, sadly. "I can't believe that Lincoln did this." And she took the picture framed by the bedside, while she sat on the side of the bed. It was a picture that depicted the entire family.

"Lincoln and his sisters had always been united, with no problem. Despite some brawls and some lively discussion, they wanted always good. Then suddenly came this desire to become as only child at all costs. The desire of Lincoln."

Lynn tried to console his wife, as best he could. "Do not lose heart, honey. It will be for the age. Harold said so on this, according to his therapist Dr. Lopez."

Rita sighed gravely. "But I'm worried about the same, Lynn. If for now Lincoln will move away from all the sisters, then perhaps one day he will turn away from ALL the family...including us parents. Maybe he will hate all of us...Oh god."

But Lynn shook his head, all sure. "Honey, don't you exaggerating? I don't think Lincoln really hate all of us...He's just tired and neglected without our knowledge, and therefore do not really want all that new life."

Rita looked at her husband. "Maybe. Maybe you're right, my love. But we can not ignore it, after what happened. You saw it so, you too. right?

Lynn nodded, sighing. "Yes, it's."

Rita continued with her thoughts. "His behavior did worry all us, and I wonder what will happen next if we still can not to listen to him. And then you said one thing much well: he has been overlooked without our knowledge. If so, why we did not realize first?"

Lynn shrugged, after was settled on the bed. "Meh, with ten other children isn't so easy and simple to control everything. And then Lincoln is the only male in the family, after all we knew was going to happen something like this..."

Rita looked back at the photo. "In fact, it's so. When Lincoln was born, I was very happy but, at same time, even worried: I wondered how he would live in a populated family of only sisters. He, as a child, was so sweet, cute and...so fragile!" And she sat down on the pillow, and sighed.

"He was also a very happy baby and really he loved all his sisters. But then look what happened. He says now that feels neglected by us. How come we did not realize it right away? We were bad parents? No, wait...You've been a wonderful father, but maybe the problem is me. Maybe, I'm a bad mother." And she was about to cry.

Lynn couldn't believe at his ears.

"What? What are you saying, Rita? Honey, it's not your fault, nor our daughters. The fact that we did not realize the discomfort that Lincoln tried, does not mean that we were bad parents. We were just a little 'distracted lately. This happens even in many families. So that's all."

Rita took a handkerchief to blow her nose. "Sniff! You think it so, dear?"

Lynn walked over to his wife to embrace her. "Sure. Do you remember what Harold has suggested? We simply must talk to our children. And even listen to them. You'll see, we will resolve the situation soon."

Rita smiled faintly, almost relieved, and put her face on her husband's chest.

"Oh dear...You're absolutely right, honey. We simply must talk to Lincoln, tomorrow morning. Beginning with Lori. We should convince her to apologize to her brother."

Lynn nodded. "All right. And you'll see that even our friends Harold and Howard quickly will resolve the conflict with their son Clyde."

Rita smiled again. "Now I'm pretty quiet. Thanks for giving me the consolation, dear."

Lynn nodded and walked over to the face of his wife. "You're welcome, my love. I will do everything for our family." And with that, he gave a gentle kiss to Rita, directly on the soft lips.

"I love you, too...Lynn." Rita said, returning the kiss. "Now let's go back to sleep. Goodnight, honey."

And so the light was turned off in their room. But what the parents totally ignored was their daughter Lori, now stationed outside the door.

Unable to sleep, she had gone to the kitchen for to take a glass of warm milk...and so, on her way back, she heard by chance the parents' speeches.

Lori was now in a sad and thoughtful expression, after that had heard it all.

"Perhaps I have been really hard on Lincoln. Perhaps the parents are right: Tomorrow I will have to apologize to my brother."

And so she went up the stairs to go to bed, always with a glass of milk in her hand.


Almost simultaneously, at the home of McBrides.

Harold, returning back from the bathroom, went into the room and saw his husband Howard to bed, now all huddled in a sad and disconsolate position.

"It's all ok, Howie?" Harold asked, worried.

Howard shook his head, sighing. "Not exactly, Hare-bear. I'm very concerned about Clyde. You know it."

Harold said nothing, almost dropping his head. Then he walked slowly toward the bed, to join his husband.

"Yes. I know it, Howie."

Howard said nothing and stood up to take the small silver frame from the nightstand: A old picture on the little Clyde, at the age of five years.

"Look here, Harold. Do you remember his first dropped white tooth?"

Harold smiled amiably "Yes, I remember. He had lost the tooth, just when he ate his first brownie sundae. Oh, do you remember his first words addressed to us?"

Howard laughed softly, with his eyes almost moistened. "Yes, before the adoption he had called us so: "The little Fox and The mild Bear".

Then later, "Daddie" and "Dad". He always had the most beautiful smile that we have ever seen. He never stop smiling."

Harold nodded in agreement. "Yes, it's true. And do you remember about how he liked to paint with colored paint on his hands, along with his best friend Lincoln?"

Howard snorted, while he removed his tears with a finger. "Yes, he was really incredible. So funny and sweet at the same time. "Suddenly, he looked away from the picture and looked back at his husband, gravely.

"Hare-bear, but you think we will have to give him a little brother?"

Harold's smile faded a bit '. "Maybe yes. Maybe. If we had had the possibility to give him a little brother much earlier, perhaps none of this would have happened." He stroked with a finger the photo of Clyde.

"But unfortunately it did not happen. For now we can't do it. Not in these times. And then it was already very difficult to get the adoption of Clyde. Do you remember? It will already difficult to get another child, in the future."

Howard nodded, as he clasped around the stocky build of his husband. "Yes, I know it. Although we'd love to, we can't do in these times."

Harold exhaled deeply. "Yeah. But Clyde would love to have so much a little brother, the same. we would have had to listen to it, much earlier...When we took our new kitten Neppurtiti. Remember?"

Howard nodded, with a faint smile. "Yes, I remember. We'd have to do it much earlier. "Then he raised his head to look at his husband. "And now what we will do so with our Clyde? He is so sad and is growing fast...I could not stand the idea of losing him because of this history of a new brother. Perhaps even for our fault..."

"Hey, hey! Now not to overdo it so, honey." Harold admonished, tightening Howard in a comforting embrace.

"Simply we talk just with Clyde, tomorrow morning. With all our tranquility. And even always listen at him. This was the advice of . Remember?"

Howard nodded, as he rubbed his nose with a handkerchief. "Sniff! This's true."

Harold: "According , Clyde is a boy very intelligent and good. And we have educated him very well. He's our son and we have always loved him. We will resolve the situation soon...You do not worry."

Howiard: "Really, Harold? You promise me?"

Harold nodded and smiled, then bent to kiss him on the lips. "I promise you, Howie."

Howard had become immensely peaceful. "Thanks, Hare-bear. You comfort me, always. I love you, too."

And there was another kiss, this time more deep and passionate. A small but long kiss, which lasted several seconds.

"Okay, now we go to sleep." The two men went to bed, both locked in a big hug.

And so the light of the lamp if neither went.


Later, outside the house the magical red aurora appeared to them again lighting up the sky.

The dusky red light loomed over the two familiar houses: The house of Louds and the house of McBrides.

A strange living shadow seemed to have observed the whole scene on parents and two boys.

A deep voice said, "The moment has arrived. Your wish will soon come true."


Ok. what will happen after? See you In next chapther!

Ta-dahhhh! Finally, I made another chapter, but this time shortest. I also solved the technical problem of the computer. Tell me what you think. Please leave the reviews here.

P.s. it's now confirmed on official instagram by Savino: Clyde is really adopted! I knew it!