1 Introduction

That day, the Rousseau's was full of life, there were dozens of people laughing and talking loudly as the staff behind the bar worked as hard as they could to try and keep up with the request that never stopped coming.

"WERE IS MY BEER?" one of the usual customers yelled from the other side of the bar as a young man raised from behind the counter with a glare.

"Mike, I swear to God, if you don't calm down I'll shove my hand so far up your ass you won't be able to sit straight for a month." Mike quickly shut his mouth as the black-haired, brown-eyed young man picked up a glass and filled with beer.

The man was dressed in short-sleeved black and white hoodie, with jeans and black Nike shoes, he was well-built and was 5'11. He also had short black hair and sea-green eyes and had a tattoo on the underside of his left forearm.

"Sorry, Nathan." the older, bearded man mumbled to Nathan as he placed the glass in front of him with a snort.

"Yeah, yeah..." Nathan looked down at his left wrist where his watch was.

The sea-green-eyed man sighed, it was still early in the morning and they still had a lot of work to do. He looked at his friend and coworker Camille O'Connell, a young woman in her early twenties, standing at approximately 5'6", who has an attractive face and possessed green-blue eyes, dark lashes, and had blonde hair.

They had been friends for a long time, pretty much since they were teens, Nathan was born in New Orleans and sometimes would spend a vacation in Camille's hometown and they became friends. But after the 'thing' with her brother, Sean, she kept quiet for most of the time now.It pained Nathan seeing his friend in so much pain after the news that her twin brother, who was studying to become a priest at St. Anne's Church, snapped for some unknown reason and committed the mass murder of his fellow seminary students by slaughtering them all. And when he was done, he committed suicide.

After that Camille and Nathan, who, as her friend, helped her to New Orleans to be near Camille's uncle Kieran, the local priest, and investigate the circumstances surrounding Sean's death. At some point, she enrolled in graduate school to get yet another psychology degree and began working as a bartender at Rousseau's with Nathan, who had people he knew in the city that managed to get them the job.

But there was a small problem, something that Camille didn't know about Nathan life that he had never told her even after years of them knowing each other. Nathaniel Stone was not a human, no, he was something more, so much more than that...

"Nathan!" the blonde woman called as she came out rushing from the kitchen to the twenty-year-old man, who was cleaning some glasses and laughing at something that one of the customers had said. "We have a problem." the dark-haired man raised an eyebrow and tilted his head at the slight panic that her face showed.

"What happened now?" he asked as the woman came closer until she was right beside him."Sophie called saying that she couldn't come today and we have a full house." oh boy, he sighed as she clutched his forearm.

"Let me guess, you want me to cook?"

Sticking her bottom lip and making a pouty face she asked.

"Pretty please?" the man narrowed his eyes but relented after a couple of seconds of staring at that adorable face that always managed to get the best of him.

"Fiiiiiiineeee..." beaming Camille kissed him on the cheek and skipped away happily.

"Thanks, Nate." grumbling, Nathan washed his hands as some of the men leaned over on the bar to see the woman's ass as she walked away.

Frowning, he slammed his open hand on the counter, scaring the hell out of them and making them look back at the glaring sea-green-eyed barman.

"Eyes up gentlemen, eyes up." it was well known that Nathan was very protective of women and never took kindly to men who disrespected them in front of him.

Drying his hands on a cloth, he stepped into the kitchen and groaned as he saw the number of paper sheets full of requests on the counter waiting for him.

It was going to be a very looooooong day for him.

Rolling his neck, he started to work, preparing food and whatnot and, eventually, he lost track of time.

When he looked up hours after, he gave a sigh of relief as he saw that his shift was almost over. Five more minutes and he was free.

"Finally." he breathed as he walked up to Camille, who was behind the bar smiling as she cleaned the counter and giggled at something funny a dark-skinned woman was telling her. Nathan pursed his lips as he recognized the woman. "Sabine."

The woman turned and smiled at him with her full lips, she had wavy brown hair and a chocolate skin tone. She was tall and fit, and she was dressed in her usual hippie-ish clothes.

"Nathaniel, hi." she greeted, making the young man frown even more as he walked until he was next to Camille behind the counter.

"You know I don't like to be called that." she chuckled lightly and smirked. Sabine had a friend of his aunt before she passed away and had taken care of him for a very brief period of time when he was younger.

Much younger...

"I know." she chuckled even harder. "I was just telling Cami here some stories of you when you were younger." he groaned as Camille giggled madly beside him.

"Frog in the microwave?" he guessed and the blonde woman couldn't contain herself any longer and openly laughed at his facial expression with Sabine. "Come on guys, I was five!" he protested with a playful frown and wild hand gestures.

"You were so cute back then..." the older woman sighed wistfully as Nathan took her usual drink from one of the shelves.

"Yeah." he mocked sighed as he placed her beer in front of her. "Now, I'm a grown ass man, and instead of cute I'm handsome." he grinned as the two women groaned.

"Sure Nathan." Camille patted him on the back as she walked away to take more requests. "Keep thinking like that, you'll go far." the black haired man pouted as Sabine calmed down and leaned over.

"So, now that Cami's gone...what was the thing that was so important that you had to miss our monthly meeting?" the woman raised her eyebrow as the man froze.

"You know damn well why I didn't go." the woman sighed. "I don't need to attempt them, and I don't practice IT the same away that you do."

The woman exhaled in disappointment while Nathan cleaned the counter and the shelves, trying to avoid the familiar conversation that he was sure Sabine had prepared just for him...

"Na--" he cut her off.

"Look, I don't want to join your community, I've told you the same thing hundreds of times, so please, stop trying."Sabine sighed but nodded, knowing that she shouldn't push him more than she had already done.

Quickly gathering his things, he kissed Camille on the cheek goodbye and headed outside where his beloved bike was waiting for him.

Getting on the bike, he looked at the busy streets of the French Quarter for a second. The people laughing and the music always managed to make him smile after a long day of work. He drove for a couple of minutes until he arrived at a small apartment and parked the bike right in front of it, not minding the confetti and beer bottles spread on the street, he just really wanted to sleep. Tomorrow he had an early shift at the Rousseau's again, and he didn't want to look like a zombie in the morning.

Taking the keys out, he opened the front door to his home. It was small but cozy, the living room and the kitchen were in the same division, only separated by a counter that served as the table. The brown couch was against the wall, parallel to the TV hanging on the wall. There were two doors, one lead to the bathroom and the other to his bedroom that was very Spartan, only having a dresser and the bed.

Taking his clothes off, he let himself fall on the bed. Little did he know of the shitload of problems that were coming his way in the form of a pregnant woman, and a family full of mommy and daddy issues.