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Sorry, but this chapter won't focus on Damien or Eros. It's just that the next chapter is a little sad and the last one was sad, so I wanted to write something more happy. I hope you guys like it.

Jordan p.o.v.

I sigh sadly again as I see Damien flipping through the grimoire, looking for what he needs. Ever since that day last week, all he's done is read through all of Eros books and he has a lot of them. He's already missed three days of school and that's after the break we just had. Damien rarely eats, sleeps, or do anything else.

"How about some fresh air," I suggest. He smells really bad, since he hasn't showered in days. He grunts, meaning no or he isn't paying attention. "Fine than. But I'm going to be back later and we're going out." He grunts again, not caring about what I said.

I get up and walk out of his room. I go sit in the couch in his living room and decide to take a nap. I've been staying over for the last couple of days to take care of Damien and it's been tiring. It's been a battle to get him to eat anything or do anything.

I close my eyes for a sec and I hear a few light footsteps on his hard wood floor. I open my eyes and I follow where I heard the noise. I see somebody in tight short hot pink running shorts, bent over, rummaging through a laundry basket. The person is also wearing a light pink sweater that is too big for them.

When the person gets up, I recognize who they are. "Ivy," I shout. This causes my kitten to jump and turn over to look at me. He looks over at me and stares at my body. I look down and I realize I'm in basketball shorts, without a shirt since I took a shower before going to check on Damien. I also notice the boner I got from staring at Ivan's ass.

He blushes when he realizes what he's doing and looks away. Then he notices what he's wearing and tries to cover his sinful legs. "W-w-what are y-you doing here," he asks me. Ever since he rejected my date in the bathroom, he's been avoiding me which hurts. He said that he didn't want a pity date and he understood what I did was just playful flirting. Oh how wrong he is.

"I've been taking care of Damien. What are you doing here?" I tried my hardest to not think of anything dirty, but by how he looks now, it keeps reminding me of a wet dream I had.

"Damien said I could use the laundry in his room whenever I want," he says, playing with the bottom of his sweater. God he looks so hot in pink. I would totally bottom for him if he wore that. "S-stop looking at me like that." He bashfully looks down at the floor.

"Than stop looking so sexy. By the way, why are you wearing that and when is the next laundry day."

"Stop saying stuff like that, you're making me blush," my kitten tells me. "I'm wearing this because my whites mixed with my reds and this is all I had left."

I open my mouth to say something, but there is a knock on the door that cuts me off. The two of us frown and Ivan goes to check on the door. When the door opens, a huge 6'5 guy is standing there. His hair and beard are black and grey making him look older. He still has muscle on his body and still looks attractive.

He looks Ivan up and down and frowns. He then looks over at me and rage appears in his eyes. He carefully picks up Ivan and puts him behind him. Another guy, smaller than the first, grabs him and pulls him into his chest protectively.

The larger guy stomps over to me and raises a fist that almost hits me when it comes down.

"Papa," Ivan screams pushing the other guy away.

The big guy keeps on trying to punch me, but I'm fast enough to dodge him. I don't want to hit my possible father in law. "He touched my little innocent Prince. I'm going to kill him," he screams.

"Calm down Angelo. He's a teenager and is away from home, what did you expect," the other guy says.

"Daddy, Papa, he didn't do anything. This isn't even my dorm," Ivan screams.

This makes his father stop and look between the two of us. "Then why are dressed like a...well why are you dressed like that and he's not wearing a shirt."

"And why are you two sporting boners," his other father says.

"Daddy," Ivan screams. His whole face was red and he was covering his hard on with his sweater. His daddy chuckles and hugs him. His Papa takes off his leather jacket and wraps it around Ivan's waist. "Papa," Ivy whines.

"Hey princey," he greets and kisses his forehead.

"What are the two of you doing here? Shouldn't you be taking care of Maxxy," he asks them. Maxxy is Ivan's nephew from his older brother. Ivan is the youngest of three boys. His other biological dad is his daddy and the other two are biologically his papa.

The woman who was carrying Ivan got into a car accident and died. He was born prematurely and that's why he's smaller than his siblings. He wasn't suppose to make it that first months, but he did. Then he wasn't suppose to make it the next three months, then the year, and then till five years old, but he fought through it. He did have a couple problems growing up, but after becoming a full caster they were fixed. His father is still scared of him getting hurt that he's super protective of his little prince.

"Yeah, but Junior came home early and we wanted to see you, since we weren't at Damien's party," his daddy answers. He then whispers, "by the way, nice boy toy. If I was a couple years younger I'd totally hit that." Papa growls and kisses his mate possessively. Poor Ivan was in the middle of their make out session with no way out.

"Papa your squishing me," Ivan mumbles. Papa jumps off of his mate and starts inspecting every inch of his son.

"Oh, are you okay? Does it hurt? I'm so sorry baby. I think we should go to the hospital. Stephan get the car."

Stephan rolled his eyes. "Angelo, he's fine. Stop being a worry wart. When Junior broke his arm, you told him to suck it up."

"Are you kidding me? He's too fragile. I still can't believe you let him come here. Look, he's already hanging out with a fuckboy. Next he'll be doing drugs, is that what you want."

"Your coddling him too much. It isn't healthy."

I see a few tears fall from Ivan's face and this makes his fathers tense. "Please don't fight. I don't want you guys to get a divorce," he cries out.

His parents pull him into a group hug and keep on apologizing to each other. "We aren't getting a divorce, baby. We're sorry for scaring you," his daddy tells him.

"It's okay," my kitten says back. I see him smiling mischievously, making me realize that my kitten has his parents wrapped around his finger. "Jordan go get a shirt and could you bring me some pants or something," he asks me.

"Of course kitten," I say. This makes him blush and his daddy giggle. His papa though glares and looks like he's about to attack me again, but I book it quickly.

I get into Damien's room and I see him passed out on his bed with books everywhere. I sigh and put a blanket over his body. I move the books to his desk before getting a shirt and shorts for Ivan.

I get out of his room and I hear Ivan's parents talking. "So you live next door. I told you Angelo, but you never listen."

"Whatever," his papa grumbles.

I walk into the room and I see Ivan in his Papa's lap and his daddy is in the kitchen getting some food from the fridge. "We need to go shopping. Damien has no food."

I toss the shorts to Ivan and he catches them. He gets up and takes off the leather jacket. Before he takes off his shorts though, his Papa stands over him with his leather jacket, blocking my sight of his son. "Papa. We're all men," Ivan huffs. He still changes as they talk.

"No, you're still a baby and I'm not letting some perv check you out," he growls out.

"Papa I'm a teenager. You should be treating me like an adult."

"What I should do is give you a good spanking."

I see Ivan's eyes water again and he pouts. "But that will hurt. Is that what you want to do to me? Hurt me? Is it because I'm not actually yours papa?"

His father panics and pulls his son into a hug and rubs his back. "I'm sorry. I don't want to hurt you at all and I don't care if I'm not biologically your father. I still love you from the moon and back. How about I buy you an ice cream cone?"

Ivan giggles and nods his head. "Okay papa. I love you from the moon and back too." He gets on his tippy toes and kisses his Papa's cheek. "Can Jordy come too. He loves ice cream. He even taught me how to put a whole popsicle in my mouth without gagging."

I see some anger flood his Papa's face at the word and he glares over at me. "Fine, but I better see his hands at all times or else he's losing them."

"Yes sir," I say quickly. I do not want to piss this guy off.

His husband chuckles behind me and gives me hug. He's about my height, maybe a little shorter. "Don't worry I let him won't hurt you," he whispers into my ear. I sigh in relief at that. "That's my job." I pale and he walks away with a grin. He walks over and kisses his husband.

"Wohoo. Let me go to my dorm room next door and then we can go," Ivy says cheerfully. He runs over and grabs my hand before we book it out of the room. His Papa yells to leave me back there, but Ivan doesn't listen and takes me into his room.

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