The Love of a Lycan

Chapter 1120: In another life (7)

The light of the afternoon sun fell on Raphael's, who was fast asleep. He had just slept this morning, because there were some creatures, who boldly broke through the border and made a fuss, so he and Calleb had to take care of the matter, therefore, it was only this morning that he was able to go home after solving this ridiculous problem.

But, as a father of a four- year- old son, a curious and impatient little boy, of course, noon was not the time to rest.

"Mom, why is dad still sleeping?" Edgar asked, jumping up and down in the kitchen, where Lana was preparing lunch for them. "I want to play with daddy," the little boy whined to his mother. He was displeased that Raphael spent most of his time outside, but once he was at home, he was sleeping.

Lana smiled and crouched down in front of her son. She kissed his rosy cheeks. "Daddy is very tired because he just got home from work this morning, so let him sleep for a bit, okay? How about playing with mom?" asked Lana, offering a solution.

But, Edgar wrinkled his nose, he pouted. "Edgar wants to play with dad. Edgar has been playing with mom every day."

The corner of Lana's lips twitched when she heard that. Did his son mean that he was tired of playing with her?

"Let dad sleep for a bit, okay?" Lana said, she understood that Edgar missed Raphael, but she also understood that Raphael's position as a Beta sometimes required him to spend more time outside the house.

"Until when?" Edgar lowered his head and stomped his feet in annoyance. Lana didn't know where he got this traits from. "I have been waiting a very long time to be able to play with dad. It's sooooooo long." He confirmed his sentence with a cute hand gesture.

"How about later after lunch you wake daddy up to play with you? Maybe by that time father was already awake?" Lana remembered that Raphael told her not to wake him for lunch, because he wanted to rest, her mate seemed really tired.

But, she couldn't ignore her son too.

Huft, it turned out that being a mother was not an easy job...

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Edgar couldn't wait until lunch, so he went into Raphael and Lana's room and found his father sleeping on the bed, sprawled, on his stomach. There was a soft snoring from his slightly parted lips.

Edgar carefully climbed onto the bed and sat on Raphael's back.

At that time, Edgar looked happy to see Raphael open his eyes because his instincts that noticed someone nearby, made him alert.

However, when he saw his son smiling at him happily, Raphael's wariness dropped drastically and he fell back asleep in no time.

This annoyed Edgar. He tugged at Raphael's ear. "Daddy, wake up!" he said in a childish cry, jumping up and down on Raphael's body. "Get up. Come play with me."

"Hm," Raphael muttered incoherently with his eyes still closed.

Because Edgar's body was small and meant nothing to him, so when the little boy jumped on his back, he was not bothered, precisely because of Edgar's distinctive scent, it made Raphael feel even more comfortable, he really felt like he was at home and fell into a deep sleep.

Meanwhile, the four-year-old boy who didn't get the attention, was getting more and more annoyed. He tugged at Raphael's hair while biting his ear. "Father wake up! Get up!"

He bit Raphael's hand with his tiny teeth, his cheek as well as his neck, but still didn't get the response he wanted.

Thus, his green eyes began to water. Edgar didn't understand why his father ignored him, he felt neglected.

It was only when Raphael heard his son's sobs that he woke up from his sleep and saw Edgar who was already crying, tears running down his small face and this took the Beta by surprise.

"What is it? Why?" he asked frantically, turning carefully so that Edgar wouldn't fall, for his son was still sitting on his back. "Are you hurt?" Instinctively, Raphael looked for the scars on Edgar's small body, but found nothing there. "Why are you crying?"

"I'm hurt," Edgar sobbed he then rubbed his face roughly.

"Hurt?" Raphael was surprised. He then sat Edgar down in front of him and began to look more closely at where his son had been injured.

Was it possible that while he was sleeping earlier, he had accidentally dropped Edgar on the floor? But Edgar had been on his back. Or maybe he hit or scratched him by accident? However, Raphael swore that he didn't move at all, the beast inside him couldn't possibly take over his consciousness and perceive Edgar as a threat.

"Did you fall?" asked Raphael in a bit of a panic, because he couldn't find the wound. Edgar shook his head. "Did dad hit you earlier?" Again Edgar shook his head. "Then where you hurt?"

Edgar then pointed at his chest. "My heart," he replied.

And then Raphael realized what that meant, at that moment he was at a loss for words.

Not that Edgar was taught to say those cheesy things, but he learned it from Lana. Because often when Raphael didn't grant his wife's strange wishes, Lana would pretend to be sad and say that Raphael has hurt her.

Lana used to say that right in front of their son, so naturally, Edgar remembered it.

"You really are your mother's son," Raphael grumbled, but then he burst out laughing.

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Lana had already prepared lunch, but after calling Edgar so many times, the little boy still hadn't shown up.

Therefore, she looked for him and ended up in her own room.

There, on the bed, Raphael was hugging their son and Edgar clenched his fists on his father's chest. They both fell fast asleep.

Lana sighed. "I have cooked and you two are sleeping…"

But then she took her cell phone and captured the moment, smiling at the two of them. This was a small family she would always be proud of…

Two men who would fill her days with the unexpected. Two men she loved with all her heart.

Slowly, Lana walked over to the bed and lay beside Raphael, who instinctively hugged her body, while Edgar drifted off to sleep between his parents, feeling safe and comfortable.