| 035 | Rhyot |

"I intend in keeping him here, for that, we need to find the little troublemaker."

"Any idea where he is?" I looked around.

"The north backyard of the school, almost no surveillance, it's where he beat up Lloyd's bullies thrice, thankfully the headmaster kept it quiet because she holds me and my mum in high regards, and she knows they were wrong and our son was just defending Lloyd. She also probably holds Leah and Neville in high regards too, which I didn't know then, but I know now. He's your kind of troublemaker," she scoffed.

I couldn't help how my chest swelled with pride at the sound of that, "Sounds like my son. Sorry to ask this, but how didn't even imagine he was my son when he's literally a mini-me by all I've heard of, love? Didn't you even think of me?"

Her face flushed so hard that even her ears reddened, "I did."

She did? "You did?"

"Of course, I bloody did, Rhys," she groaned. "He talks like you but with my accents, he acts like you, he has your temper, and your annoyance. But... but I thought that it was just a genetic coincidence, given how you and your brother are twins. Well, now I feel stupid, even my mum could tell, but I couldn't."

So, she did think of me when she saw our son growing up. Despite everything, this makes me feel so much fucking better, I can't even put into words. When she side-eyed me, I had a shit-eating grin on, and she rolled her eyes. "What?"

"You're stupid, Rhys," she bounced her head, then she took my hand off her waist and before I could complain about it, she intertwined her small hand in mine, making my heart nearly jump out of my throat. Then she widened her steps, walking further and bringing me with her in her version of running, that only made her even more adorable.

It took us three minutes to get to the back of this open green space she called the north backyard, and the closest I got from meeting the naughty son I had with the love of my fucking life, in person, the more anxious I got. Fucking hell, I hope he likes me, or I might cry. I might genuinely cry, as in, ugly cry like a baby.

When we got there, Ruby narrowed her eyes, looking at the farthest spot from where our eyes can see, clearly having been here before, then, she tightened her grip in my hand and walked from the marble steps to the trimmed grass, towards a crowd of trees, her steps getting firmer at each second. The closer we got to the spot she targeted, the louder some fighting noises got, which got my anxiety up in the sky at the idea of our son being harmed. God, I might snap the neck of a fucking child if any of them harm Rhett, I won't answer for my actions.

"Fuck, I knew he was scheming something," my Ruby cursed when we heard a voice that was very identical to the naughty boy who called me before. "If any of those little shites touch my son, I'll bury them right here."

I couldn't help chuckling, because she thought the same as me.

Ruby glared at me, "You better not be doubting me, Rhyot."

"I would never, love. Let me make this quicker," I grabbed her in my arms and she gasped but held onto me, circling my neck with her, then I went after him.

In a minute we got there, and I froze when I saw what was happening.

"You little shite," a short and fat blonde kid yelled at the tallest boy of the bunch, who had his back to us, but by his hair and the stance he was in, I instantly knew he was mine, especially when the boy he was shielding looked an awful lot like Leah's husband, Neville, also blonde but skinnier, taller than the others but shorter than our son. "A fatherless boy like you know nothing."

"Fatherless?" He purred mockingly, "My mum didn't make me with her hand. I'm not fatherless, my dad was just out of the country, taking care of something important, yeah?" The confidence in his mocking voice came totally from Ruby, undoubtedly. "And you're lucky he's not here, or he would skin you alive, you fat bastard. What's about having a mum and a dad around you, if you're the result of adultery, uh? At least I'm a heir!"

"Heir? Hah, you really think you'll inherit shite?" A black skinny boy with buzzed dark brown hair snapped, being one of the tallest of them. "My mum said you're the result of rape, your mum has been a slut since she was a kid, and that she'll soon marry a rich man, have another child and make them her heir, because he will be her true child, instead of a failed attempt of abort like you."

"Yes, your mum is a whore," a ginger joined, mocking, and I saw red.

"Whore?" He mocked coldly. "Said the son of the old slut who was riding the headmaster's cock to pay your tuition to be here," then, my son closed his bruised fist and smashed it against the cheekbone of the ginger, lounging on the ground with brute force. "My mum was not raped, you son of fucking bitch," he kicked the face of the black boy, then lounged himself over him, punching him, "my dad and her studied together," another punch, "they fell in love," another, "she didn't know she was pregnant," one more, "she moved to Oxford," another, "and had me!" He yelled at them.

Then he punched the black boy one last time, before he stood up again.

"Call me fatherless again, you planetary pig," he yelled at the fat blonde, punching his throat, then his nose, and down with two punches on his ribs.

"You're just pissy because we're right!" Another blonde boy, this time with pale blonde hair like Draco Malfoy in the Harry Potter movies, snapped, surrounding my son from the left. Then two other boys, identical to him, surrounded the other sides of him. Fucking triplets.

"What are you going to do now, uh, little rat?" The triplet from the right asked.

"We're three against one? You're all alone, as always!" The third barked.

Even though he looked scared as fuck, Lloyd launched himself over the third triplet, lacing his legs around the boy's torso and suffocating him with his arms, a martial arts attack, "He is not alone!" He yelled.