Later that day, Sasha and Damon lie on his bed, Sasha’s head on his chest. Despite the sore in his back he refuses to move. She traces the little hairs on his stomach with her finger all the way down to the waistband of his boxer shorts. Tingles erupt where her fingers touch his skin. He himself traces his finger from her hand over her shoulder, to her neck.
“God Sasha, you’ve got no idea what you do to me.” His voice is low and husky.
Sasha smirks and turns to lay her chin on his chest, her eyes twinkle brightly, filled with mischievousness. “Oh, I may have a bit of an idea.” Her finger traces further downwards, over the growing budge down there.
Damon’s hand is on hers as fast as lighting. “Oh no, honey, were not going down that road again.”
Sasha pouts playfully, “no?”
Damon’s mouth curls up a bit. “No.”
“Too bad.” Sasha turns back to her side. His hand slips over her waist. He turns a little so he faces her. His hand traces her sides, then his hand goes down over her stomach and his eyes dart to hers. “It’s amazing how nature works,” he whispers. “It is simply amazing that a new life is growing in there. The product of our love is safely nestled in your belly.” He sighs blissfully. “What else could a man ask for? His soulmate by his side and a little pup in the making.” He pulls Sasha closer to him, pushing his nose in her hair, inhaling her scent. “I love you so much.”
Damon turns back to his back as a thought enters his mind. Sasha notices the change in his mood and looks at him with a frown, “what is bothering you, honey?”
Damon rubs his face with his free hand. “I was thinking about being a dad, and then I thought about my own dad. I don’t know what to do Sasha.”
“I can’t help you with that; you have to decide for yourself. I can only tell you what I would do.”
He gazes at her, his concern clearly visible in his gaze. “What would you do?”
“I would get it over with, get it out of the way. If you don’t do that test, you’ll always wonder what the result will be, who your real father is. Do it, so that there’s no longer any doubt, you’ll be sure of where you stand and where you belong. Although,” She raises her head to be able to look at him better. “I think that you already know the answer if you really look deep down inside.”
Damon sighs. “You mean that I know where I belong, who my father is?”
Sasha nods. “I think so, yes.”
“I have the feeling Fredric is my father. I know I have some special connection with him. Something I don’t have with Richard, not at all. Could it be? Could it truly be?”
Sasha nods at him again with a faint smile.
Tears start to blur his vision. “I’ve always felt I didn’t belong; I’ve always felt unwanted, I’ve always felt like an outsider. Everything makes so much more sense now. I just don’t understand why Richard took me in as his son, and then just ignored me, never treated me as one.” Damon shakes his head. “It just hurts that he threw me away like dirt. After James died it only got worse, I was the one responsible for his death. Now it just shows that I was nothing but a liability to him. I was nothing more but a brat taking up space and costing him money.” Damon quickly wipes away his tears. “Maybe if I grew up here, if I grew up with my father and my brothers, maybe, just maybe I would have felt different. Maybe I would have felt loved, even though I am an outsider, even though I am just a half-brother.”
Sasha looks at him intently, laying on her front on top of his chest, taking his jaws between her hands. “You’re not just somebody. You are an Alpha, Damon. You are a great, loving man. You are brave, strong, and driven. But most of all, you are my mate Damon, you are my everything, my rock, my shoulder, my hero, and my man. You are mine Damon, mine to love, mine to hold, mine to cuddle at night, and mine to fight for ’til the end.”
Damon smiles faintly through his tears, “I love you too, my sweet.” He kisses her lips shortly. Then he moves so he can sit up. “I’m going to see Fredric. No matter what I decide with the test, I have some questions for him. You don’t mind me leaving you here, do you?”
“No, of course not. Go.” Sasha smiles.
He nods, then scurries through the room to find his clothes.
Damon knocks on Fredric’s door. “Fredric, are you there?”
The door is opened briskly and there’s Fredric smiling at him. “Come in son, I figured you would want to talk sooner or later.”
Damon smiles and closes the door behind him. “Sit,” Fredric gestures for the sofa, “cigar?”
Damon shakes his head and smirks. “No, thanks. I have a woman to listen to now. She can smell it from miles away and I don’t want her mad at me in her current state.”
“Are her hormones that bad?”
Damon smiles. “I don’t think I can complain, I mean, she’s been a great support for me, we’ve grown very close since I am back here.”
Fredric nods contentedly and takes two glasses from a cabinet on the side, “good to hear.” He takes a bottle with a golden liquid and pours about two fingers in each of the glasses. “What do you want to know.” He asks as he gives Damon one of the glasses and sets himself in the armchair to Damon’s left.
“I was wondering how you know my mother. How you’ve met her, what happened that you mated with her, while-” Damon seems hesitant to proceed. “While you were already mated with the mother of your other sons.”
“First, your mother is my mate’s sister.” Damon looks shocked at Fredric. “Which seems to make it even worse, I cheated on my mate with her sister. But,” Fredric seems deep in though for a second, “later on I found out that I was drugged. I didn’t know what I was doing at that moment.” Fredric shakes his head, seeming to relive his memories. “A former lover of my mate; Mr. Verona was jealous with me having a strong relationship with her. He drugged me, intending to kill me, but it only made me delusional; I wasn’t in my right mind, I had no idea what I was doing. Later the man had abducted me after an attack on my pack. For years, the boys and my mate had thought that I was killed in battle. She withered away from grief, and in the end she passed away.” Fredric’s face is filled with grieve, with regret.
“I never meant to hurt her, and in the right mindset; I wouldn’t even have thought about cheating on her.” Fredric shakes his head. “This man just hated me so much.”
“It must have been hard to deal with all that,” Damon’s voice is barely a whisper.
Fredric nods. “After coming home from my abduction, I’ve kept hidden in my house, reliving all those happy memories with my mate.” He shakes his head, “but it has led me nowhere.”
“Look at the bright side, Fredric.” Damon places a hand on Fredric’s knee. “Look how people look at you. You may have made a mistake; although not willingly; but you’ve done so much for the people here, for me, for Roy, for Sasha, for everyone. You inspire people to try hard and be a better person.”
Fredric gazes at Damon and smiles faintly, “thank you son. It means a lot.”
Damon gazes back and for a second, the air is thick, there’s something palpable in the air like electricity. “How likely do you think it is that I am truly your son?”
Fredric smiles, it takes a second for it to reach his eyes. “I am certain that you are my son, Damon. There’s no doubt about it. Look in the mirror, and you see me and your brothers.”
Damon nods looking at the glass in his hands, playing with the liquid inside of it, swirling the liquid around. He takes a big sip, before looking back at Fredric. “I’ll do it.” He says confidently. “I need to know for sure.”
Fredric nods, “then we’ll do it.” He smiles brightly. He is about to get up, but Damon places a hand on his knee to stop him; and he leans back into his chair. “What is it, Damon?”
“What happens after the test?”
Fredric frowns, “what do you mean?”
“What will happen if I turn out to be your son?” He feels vulnerable and he doesn’t like it.
“You’ll stay here. The cabin I promised you is still yours. You’ll get a job here within the pack; or you can start your own business if you’d like. It’s totally up to you.” Fredric shrugs as if it’s no big deal, then he smirks, “you can fight Christopher over the title of Alpha if you like, when the time's right I mean.”
Damon shakes his head. “No, that’s not necessary, I never wanted to be Alpha anyway.”
“Good,” Fredric smiles widely, then his smile falters, “you will have to talk to Richard, though.”
Damon shakes his head. “I don’t think I’ll be able to do that. I don’t think I’ll be able to face him. I’ll crack his skull when I see him I’m afraid.”
“You won’t,” Fredric’s face is serious, “you are an Anderson; although it’s not official; I just know you are. And you’ll be able to control your feelings, you will be able to control your anger, just like your brothers. And if not, we’ll be here for you. You’re not alone in this, son. We’re a tightly knit family here, we have each other’s backs and you’re one of us now, so we'll have yours too.”
“Thanks, I’d love to feel like I belong somewhere.” Damon smiles faintly.
“You belong here, Damon. This is your home, this is your family and I can’t wait to make it official.” Fredric looks at him curiously as if he’s thinking of something. “Err, will you be changing your last name?”
“Err,” Damon is at a loss of words. “I don’t know, maybe?”
“You’re an Anderson, Damon. Change it.” Fredric smiles.
“Err,” Damon looks unsure. “Damon Anderson,” He tries to taste his new name. “It’s weird.”
Fredric raises an eyebrow, “Damon Harris sounds better?”
Now Damon looks shocked, and then shakes his head, thinking about Richard instantly. “No, it doesn’t. Anderson it is then.”
Fredric gets up from his seat, taking Damon’s glass. “Another?” he asks.
Damon nods. “Please,”
“Still no cigar?” Fredric turns back with the two glasses.
“It’s so tempting.” Damon smiles widely. “Just one.” He says after a bit of thought.
“Looks like the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree,” Fredric smirks smugly. Damon laughs loudly. “You’re a true son of your father,” Fredric laughs too.