"Wake up, mummy." Looking over at the clock I curse. It's 4 fucking AM. "Yes, baby?" I groan. "Santa. Santa came." My brother Chase jumps up and down on my bed. "Really?" I gasp. "Uhuh uhuh." He smiled from ear to ear.
"Why don't you go get the rest of your brothers and your dad and I'll get the babies. Okay?" I told him. "Mkay." He said running out of the room.
My mother died 4 months ago when she gave birth to the septuplets. A month had past and my younger brothers started calling me mum. I talked to my dad, and older brothers about it and they thought that as long as it was ok with me then the boys could keep calling me mum.
We all agree that it would be good for them to have a mother figure. I have 43 brothers, 4 older and 39 younger. We are wolves or shifters and we are very good breeders. It is in our genes to have multiple children.
My mothers parents died in a war when she was quite young and she was enrolled in our packs orphanage. When she turned 16 she found her mate my farther who was being given the title his farther had, the alpha king.
I should get up and get the boys. I get up put my dressing gown on, grab my phone and make my way to the boys room. Getting them all up and ready is a very long process. I get up one at a time and put there clothes on and lay them back in there beds and then I make my way down stairs with 2 at a time and put them in there baby seats. That prosses continues until all the boys are down stairs in the living room.
All the boys are sitting in there chairs and on the couch waiting.
"Merry Christmas, boys." I say standing near the Christmas tree. "Merry Christmas, mummy." They yell.
I make my way over to the tree and grab a stocking at a time and hand them out to the boys each. I watch as the boys peek into their stockings and their faces light up with the biggest smiles.
After, the kids all played with their new toys and the older boys played with the babies.
I started cooking breakfast which consisted of bacon, eggs, French toast, outmeal and bottles for the septuplets.
I gave the boy's their bottles, eating bits of my breakfast while the others ate. "I've got a heap of paperwork to do before tonight." My dad said standing up heading out of the room without another word.
I looked at my brothers and they were looking right back. Ever since mum died, dads been burying himself in work to distract himself of the pain he feels from the loss of his soulmate. He tries to act like everything is ok but I can see the pain in his eyes when the boys call me mum. I'm really starting to worry about him.
"Its time we all get ready for the day and then we will meet in the living room in 2 hours. Then we'll go to the park and have some fun. I will need some of you boys to help me with the young ones. Okay?"
I ask.
I hear a few yes lyss' and yes mammas then the boys got up and went to their rooms to get ready for the day, leaving me with the septuplets, the Z twins, William and Edward.
It's been six months since mum died and the septuplets were born. Nathan, Nicholas, Noah, Greyson and Dad were getting ready to head to the Mystic Moon pack, to help them with an upcoming war. Leaving me in charge. I am not worried those boys have been in plenty of wars and are very well trained. But Dad still isn't himself. A car honk interrupts my thoughts and I look out the window to see the van that is taking them and 13 other warriors to the Mystic Moon pack.
"Boys the vans ready!" I yell.
"Ready." Dad says walking down the stairs.
"Hey honey, thank you for watching over the pack while we're away."
"Just be careful please and watch out for one another."
"We will, sis." Noah responds.
As they walk down the stairs to the living room. I walk them out the front and they all kiss me on the head on the way to the van. As the van drives away I wave one last time before heading inside.
It's been a week since the boys all left and the kids have been asking where they went. They aren't all old enough to understand what's happening.I haven't left my phone out of my site, waiting for a call that they're on their way home.
I'm in my Dads office going through paperwork for the pack and our business'. It's 2pm and i have to pick the kids up from my grandmother's at 3, so I'm going to go home and have a shower and make my way over.
As I was organizing everything to leave, my phone started ringing. I look over onto my screen and to see Nicolas' name. Picking up my phone I feel all happy knowing this means they are coming home.
"Hey cuteness, yous coming home?" I ask.
"Yea.. yea we are we are just getting our things together now..."
"Yay! The kids and I have missed you boys and dad so much." There's a long silince on the other end and all the excitement I had is now being drained out.
"Nik?" No reply...
"Nicholas?" Again no reply..
"Nik, you're scaring me?"
I hear sobbing on the other side of the phone.
"What's wrong?"
"He.. He's gone." He stutters.
"Who's gone, Nik?"
"Dad he was attacked by 2 rogues an..and he couldn't fight back, he was to weak." Hearing this broke me.
He's Gone. Our only parent left is gone. How am I supposed to tell the boys, they will be heart broken they just lost their mother 7 months ago. Clearing of a throat brought me back to reality.
"Lyss, me and the boys should be home by 7 tonight and we will help you tell the kids. We will think about funeral arrangements tomorrow."
"Okay."
"I love you, Alyssa."
"I love you too. Bye."
I hang up the phone and make my way to my room to have a shower.
When the boys got home the kids kept asking where Dad was but all I could say was let the boys have a shower and then we'll have a family meeting. So here we are sitting in the family room in silence.
"Boys I need you to know that we will get through this as a family as we have done before. Okay?" I ask breaking the silence, hearing a chorus of yes's, I continue.
"While Dad was away something happened and he passed away." I scan the room to see there reaction and they seem to be in shock.
All of a sudden Hudson stands up and storms out of the room. I stand up to go after him but Greyson stops me.
"Give him time."
I look over to the other kids to see them all crying and cuddling into each other.
"Lets all have a sleep over in my room tonigh, hmm and we can watch Blinky Bill. Go get into your pjs." I say.
All the kids run to their rooms leaving Edward, William, the Z twins, the Septuplets, Noah, Nicholas, Nathan, Greyson and Brandon. As I look at Brandon I see tears well in his eyes, as he looks at me with confused and broken eyes. I walk over and stand in front of him with my arms out, he stands up to his tall 6 foot to my short 5,3. He hugs me with his head in my neck and cries.
"It's all gonna be ok, baby." I tell him stroking and kisses his head.
I whisper into his ear when he calms down.
"Go get into your pjs and get Hudson and I'll meet you all in my room, okay?"
He just gives a small mhmm before slowely making his way upstairs.
I turn to my older brothers and i can't help the tears from flooding out. They all walk over to me with tears in their eyes and we have a big group hug until we hear little William.
"Why Mamma sad?"
"Because Dadda just went away and he isn't coming back, baby." I say lifting him up.
"But why dadda go?"
"Because it was his time to go." I respond.
"Boys can you get these kiddies to bed, please? While I get the septuplets to bed then meet me in my room for the sleepover if you want to join."
"Will do."
Authors note:
Sorry this chapter is a bit boring but I promise it will get better.
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