He's the father ????

Austin sat in the garden, the soft rustle of leaves and the distant chirp of birds barely registering in his mind. He tried to focus on the book in front of him, but the events from the previous night replayed over and over in his head. His body still ached, and his thoughts swirled in confusion, especially with the pregnancy test’s result haunting him.

He didn't know how long he had been sitting there before Xander appeared. The sight of him, standing in the garden’s entrance, startled Austin, and he quickly turned his attention back to the book in his hands, trying to appear calm.

But he could feel Xander’s gaze on him, and something about the way he was looking at Austin made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. Xander’s eyes were wide and strangely intense—one of them even appeared heart-shaped, as if his emotions were too raw to hide.

Austin’s heart skipped a beat as he realized what Xander was staring at. His eyes, fixed on Austin’s stomach, were practically burning a hole through him. It felt like hours passed before Xander blinked, still standing motionless, his focus unwavering.

Unable to take it any longer, Austin spoke up, his voice unsteady. “What happened last night... when I was drunk?” He couldn’t help the unease creeping into his words. “I don’t remember much...”

Xander’s eyes flickered back to Austin’s face, but the tension between them was thick. The silence stretched between them for what felt like an eternity, and Xander’s posture seemed to shift as though he were carefully weighing his next words.

Austin held his breath, waiting for the answer he dreaded to hear, hoping that, somehow, it would make sense of the strange, impossible situation he was now caught in.

But before Xander could answer, he moved swiftly. In a flash, Xander was behind him, his arms wrapping around Austin's waist, pulling him close. A cold shiver ran down Austin’s spine when Xander’s lips brushed the back of his neck. Then, with sudden intensity, Xander began biting and sucking at the tender skin there.

"Mine," Xander growled, his voice thick with possessiveness. "All mine."

Austin’s breath hitched, caught somewhere between pleasure and confusion. The overwhelming feeling of Xander’s presence, the possessive heat in his words—it was like nothing he had ever experienced before. But in that moment, all Austin could think about was the growing realization that whatever was happening, it was real—and there was no escaping it.

Despite his confusion, something deep inside him stirred, and he couldn't help but wonder if he was truly falling into Xander's world, caught in a tale where everything was turned upside down.

Xander’s grip on Austin tightened, his lips never leaving the tender spot on Austin’s neck. His words were soft but intense, each syllable filled with a strange, possessive affection.

"My child... my babies," Xander whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

Austin froze, confusion flooding his mind. His heart pounded in his chest, and his thoughts raced. The situation felt surreal, and his mind struggled to piece together what was happening. His body was sore, his head still reeling from the previous night’s intoxication, but the words that Xander spoke made his stomach twist with a mix of fear and uncertainty.

Austin gently pulled away from Xander's embrace, turning to face him. His voice was shaky but filled with desperation as he spoke, "Wait... please, tell me what is happening?"

Xander's gaze softened, and for a moment, there was a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes. He looked like he was debating whether or not to reveal the truth, but then he took a deep breath, steadying himself before speaking again.

"You’re not just a part of the story," Xander said, his voice low and steady, "You’re a part of my story. And now, you're carrying our future."

Austin's heart skipped a beat as the weight of Xander's words began to settle in. This was no longer just a twisted version of a fairytale. This was something far deeper, something far more complex than anything Austin could have anticipated.

"Wait... what?" Austin's voice was barely above a whisper, his mind struggling to catch up with the truth of the situation. He felt a surge of panic rise within him. "How is this possible? I'm a man... I can't—"

"Don't question it," Xander interrupted softly, his eyes intense. "It’s fate. It’s what was always meant to happen."

Austin’s mind spun, trying to grasp the gravity of Xander’s words. But one thing was certain—he was no longer in control of the story. He was a part of something far bigger, and now there was no turning back.

To be continued

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