After browsing the contents, he grabbed the Tupperware box of leftover pasta from earlier in the day. He walked over to the microwave, turning the overhead light of the oven on.
Onyx was sat at the island, watching him silently.
“Shit, Dad!” Caelan said, jumping in surprise, almost dropping the pasta.
“Sorry,” Onyx said, sounding genuine. “I’m sorry, about what happened earlier.”
Caelan just shrugged as he turned to the microwave, taking the lid off the box and putting it in.
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
“Because I knew you’d react like that. I could say the same to you, anyway.”
Onyx sighed. “I didn’t mean to keep it a secret for so long, I meant to tell you.”
“And what about Mum? Did you plan to tell her?” Caelan challenged.
“I don’t know. No, I suppose I didn’t.”
“Why did you do it in the first place?” he demanded, spinning round to face Onyx.
“If I hadn’t, Aaralyn would have been heartbroken and you would have been sent to an orphanage. Lillian’s husband was killed in battle before she even knew she was pregnant. She died giving birth, so there was no one. I did what I thought was best. That was why the Wades used to come and visit us so often; they wanted to check on you.”
“They all know?”
“Only Zeke and Jordan, I think.”
Caelan looked at him for a few moments. “Do you ever regret taking me?”
“Not once, ever. You’re our son, Caelan.”
“Have you realised that Mum’s gone yet?” he asked, getting annoyed.
“Gone? Where did she go? Why?”
“She’s gone home, to her home. She went because she wanted to think about everything, you in particular.”
“Is she... okay with you?”
As if you care, Caelan thought. “Of course. It was never her reaction I was concerned about.”
Onyx stayed quiet for a little while. “So, eleven years?” he asked eventually.
Caelan had already turned away from him and was turning the microwave on. He remembered as a child, watching the glass disc spinning round. He’d found it so amusing then.
“Yep,” was all he said as he waited.
To busy himself, he grabbed a fork from the drawer, paused and took a second one, placing them beside the microwave.
It was then that Caelan remembered that he was shirtless; he hadn’t expected to run into anyone so he’d not bothered getting dressed completely. He didn’t know exactly what his back looked like but Zeke had traced the scars often enough that he knew where they were: there was a bite mark above his right shoulder blade and gods knew how many scratches and scars on his back from the past eight years that he and Zeke had been... sexually active.
His shoulders tensed as he realised the sight that Onyx would be getting.
“Do you love him?” Onyx asked quietly.
“No, I thought I’d stay with him for more than a decade just for a laugh.”
“Do you?” he asked again, his tone serious.
Caelan rounded on him. “Yes, I do. Why do you have such a fucking problem with that?” he almost shouted.