Special ch.4 - Edited Once

Julian (Edited Once)

‘No one touches my pups!’ Peter yelled, and I sighed.

Logan and Joy were five years old when a seven-year-old boy pushed Joy on the sand in front of her brother just because she was a girl. Logan did not like that, so he bit him hard on his forearm, and the fight started.

All that happened while I bought them ice cream a few meters away. Stella was resting at home because she had a fever, so I took my babies out for fun.

‘It’s not so fun now, isn’t it? Good luck with telling Stella!’ Peter exclaimed as we approached the kids, and I gulped at the thought of telling my beloved mate.

My babies glared at the older boy, and I saw his mom walking towards him with a scowl. I sighed, held Logan and Joy in my arms, and waited for the mom to speak. I had a feeling that she would give us a hard time. “Dada, I did nothing wrong. I helped Joy!” Logan whispered in my ear, and I smiled at him.

“I know, baby, don’t worry,” I replied, and Peter agreed.

The mom gasped. “What did they do to you?” she asked the boy pretending to cry. That little imbecile. He was a little evil liar. “Why is he crying? Your monsters did something to my baby!” she yelled, and I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to calm down.

That lady was talking nonsense, and I could not handle it.

Where is Stella when you need her?

“Hey, my angels did nothing to your baby that didn’t deserve doing. Do not call them monsters. Your kid pushed my little princess, so her brother defended her. Your child started it!” I replied in a firm tone that meant -You don’t want to mess with me- and glared at her.

She scoffed, held her boy, and pointed a finger at me. “Apologize to my son immediately,” she demanded, but I was not fazed.

“Dada, why is she yelling at us?” Joy asked me innocently, and I kissed her forehead.

“Because she’s crazy,” I stated, loud enough for her to hear. She gaped at me, and her eyes widened, and I smirked.

“What did you say?” she asked, and I smiled.

“You heard me.” She tried to kick me in my sensitive area as I said those words. I dodged her with my babies in my arms and took a deep breath.

The worst part about this ordeal was that she was a woman, and I could not hit her. As she wanted to attack me again, I shielded my twins and waited for her blow, but it never came. I looked up and saw my beautiful mate holding the woman’s leg that was in midair. I let out a deep sigh and sat on the sand. Give me a break.

Stella glared at her and pushed her back. The woman put her son down and stood up. “Who are you to hit him? He couldn’t do anything to you because you are a woman, and my husband is a gentleman. But I, on the other hand, can hit you. I will hit you if you don’t flee from here immediately,” my wife and mate yelled at her, and the woman showed fear in her eyes. I grinned at my love and kissed my angels’ heads.

“Mommy’s cool,” Logan and Joy said in unison, and I agreed with a nod.

The woman grabbed her son’s hand and walked away. Stella came to us and hugged us real tight. “Are you okay?” She asked, and we nodded. “Yes, thank you, love. How did you know, though?” I asked as she sat next to me on the sand. She took Logan and placed him on her lap, and I did the same to Joy.

She gave me her famous smile and kissed my lips real quick. “I felt something was wrong with my babies, you included,” she answered, and I laughed. “It’s a mommy thing, I guess, and a mate bond,” she added.

“How are you feeling now?” I asked, referring to her fever. She smiled and kissed my lips again.

“Much better after this,” she replied, and we all laughed.

As we were chatting and playing with the kids, I saw a man approach us with the same woman and boy who ruined our mood. I stood up and protected my family from any possible harm. “Your children hit mine! And your whore pushed my wife!” The man said in a deep voice, and I felt my eye twitch when he called my mate a whore.

It was like he lit up something in my head that made Peter growl. It was not that audible, but he heard it.

The man did not see me coming when I grabbed his collar and lifted him from the ground. He was stunned and shorter than me. “Say that again about my wife, and I will murder you in front of your family. Besides, your boy started all that. You should raise him well.” I shouted at him, which grabbed a few passerby’s attention. I did not care because I was too furious.

‘Let me claw him!’ Peter begged, but I ignored him. That would not be a pretty sight to my babies.

He was shocked for a second but regained composure and tried to sound brave. “What’s so wrong with calling your wife what she is?” He dared to say, and I did not waste another second. I punched him square in the face. He fell on the sand and grabbed his bleeding nose. I smirked at the sight and then looked at his wife.

“Take your prick of a man and get out of our sights. If I see you again near my family, I will not hesitate to break more than your nose.” I threatened in a calm tone that made me sound more intimidating, according to Peter. They all backed down and ran away.

“Let’s head home so I can cuddle with my best creaturs ever.” I pointed out, then tickled Joy and Logan, who laughed like there was no end.

“Let’s go home, dada,” Logan announced, and we walked home. Ever since I was blessed with these exceptional babies that I was so proud to call mine, my life had been perfect. I did not want to change anything in it. A blessing was a blessing.