Deep soothing melodious music hovers through the greenhouse, it manifests into a soft blanket enveloping us within its cocoon of warmth. It is like a soft breeze that kisses your flesh to relieve discomfort, a type of music that sends electrifying shivers down my spine, a type of music that puts my mind and soul at ease and paralyzes me in awe of the artist.
My male’s eyes never leave his father’s, mouth loosely open he observes the way Deimos’s fingers plunge tenderly onto the keys to create a harmony. A certain melody that lulls Kal’s ears one he prefers to hear. He babbles nonstop revealing his appreciation hands flailing legs kicking, he speaks and shows his contentedness to his father.
I placed Kal on the tiny space adjacent to the music rack upon the piano for this way he can meet Deimos’s vibrant emeralds whilst he plays. An unbreakable bond, a powerful connection he has formed with him. Lately, whenever we acquired time to spend together as a family we do this, come to the greenhouse to hear Deimos play. Kal recognizes the place quite well for he coos with eagerness as soon as his eyes land upon the glass ceilings knowing if we entered his father shall present him a song.
My eyes descend onto Deimos who admires his male with an affectionate smile on his face. He loves it, every reaction Kal gives him. He relishes it and treasures it as if he were given a present. He often converses with our male guiding him through his growth teaching him various things just so he can hear it for the more he hears something the more he apprehends it. Kal prefers to spend time with his father more than me, he enjoys the warmth Deimos provides.
My male is fond of the vibrations that shake his flesh when Deimos plays the piano, he finds it to be of a distinct fun feeling and just for that Deimos makes sure to strike the keys hard for this way the vibrations that shall hold onto our male will be firmer. Each time Kal laughs, it brings forth laughter from us as well. His cuteness cannot be overlooked.
Cuddled into the side of the sofa legs placed together over the softness, a half-finished now cold cup of coffee in hand I watch the two males with a smile. My males. They are my world. Their importance in my life grows wildly strong, an urge that surges above any other is to protect them. Is to make sure both of them shall always possess a smile upon their faces.
“Papa.” Kal babbles with a bounce of his body as he peers up at his father. My heart overflows with love whenever our male speaks. He does not know what meaning it possesses yet the first-ever word he said was papa.
Deimos stops playing and begins to clap his hands with low laughter as I join him. This adds to Kal’s excitement as he screeches and smiles wide. “Good, my male.”
We kept teaching him two words, mama and papa. He can tell them yet he hasn’t grasped what it means rather whom he is beckoning. “He calls you more than me.” I whisper sipping on my coffee whilst I send him a playful tiny glare.
“He does not know what he is saying, my female.” Deimos chuckles he gives his finger for Kal to clutch onto.
“Why hasn’t he said mama even once today? He has called you over ten times, my palms are red with all the clapping.”
“Your mother is upset. Say, mama Kal. M-a-m-m-a.” Deimos swoops down closer towards Kal as he enunciates the word for him to follow. Kal merely gazes up at his father with wide eyes yet makes no effort to comply.
“You know, he has been doing quite well compared to the other pups. He is the only one who has begun to speak and crawl. The females look at him with awe, they say his name truly fits him for he is the most beautiful pup in our pack.” I mutter as I peek at our male who is now sucking on his father’s thumb.
His eyes shine brighter than diamonds, lips pink and pout. His cheeks are plump like a ripe apple that Deimos always keeps nipping. Kal is smart with his ways, for he knows how to get what he wishes. He has his father wrapped around his finger, perhaps one would say he is spoilt down to the core.
But he deserves it for as he grows, life shall not be an easy path to him. He shall face several relentless trials and tribulations that he must fight through. We wish to give him a good life until he can stand on his own two feet.
“Of course, my male is the most beautiful. He was birthed by a goddess was he not?” Striking vibrant emeralds meet mine, with a light smile he regards me. His compliment brings heat to my cheeks, no matter what I am unable to handle his compliments for they always catch me off guard.
Kal pulls on the sleeve of Deimos’s shirt wishing to gather back his attention, his father must never take his eyes off him. He demands to be in the centre of the spotlight when it comes to us as a family.
Deimos nudges his nose onto Kal’s plump cheeks taking in his scent and delivering his. Eyes closed he relishes within the bubble of his male’s warmth. There are a lot of differences concerning the relationship Deimos had with his father and what he has with Kal.
The accounts he had told me of his childhood, of the formal relationship he had with his father. I know for sure our male would grow to hold his father dear to him always. There would be a formality when it comes to his training but Deimos promised him that no matter what, they would always share a table together. Kal would always have his seat on Deimos’s table.
Deimos would constantly call his father as ‘father’ for that was what he was taught since birth but he told me he detested it for it felt as though there was a huge gap between him and his father. One that he could not cross no matter how much he tried. When he was young he imagined there was a wall made of steel wall between them, he always had to stay on the other side.
But with Kal, Deimos is different. He wishes for him to call him papa when it is just us together and there are no eyes of the pack. He cares and loves him as a true father, he puts him first always. No matter how occupied or how drained he is, he would regularly stand by my house needing to say his wishes to Kal and me. There isn’t anything that Kal does not possess, if he asked Deimos for the stars he would fetch it for him.
This brings me immense peace knowing that my males would never face each other in battles, that they would eternally cherish and truly care for the other. I want Kal to grow up with fatherly love, for I am aware of the outcomes when one is deprived of it.
“When are we leaving?” I inquire into the tranquil silence.
“Shall we leave now? We shall be able to make it back home for dinner.” He mutters whilst picking Kal up from the piano to place him on his hip. Little hands clutch onto the collar of his father’s shirt gripping it he takes it into his wet mouth sucking on it with eagerness. Our male fancies to put everything he sees into his mouth.
A low vibrating growl leaves Deimos’s chest as he grabs his collar from Kal’s trap. Our male knows it quite well that if this sound comes from his father or me it means he shouldn’t be doing something.
“Will we be taking your car?” I question whilst folding the blanket and placing it neatly upon the sofa.
“No, we will be taking the pack’s truck. The road downhill is quite rocky, a truck shall be able to withstand it.” He replies whilst sauntering to the door grunting when Kal begins to tug on his father’s hair.