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Frank’s mind whirled as those words continued to echo through his mind.

“We’re your parents.”

He stumbled back slightly, eyes wide and heart panicking I his chest. This didn't make any sense. He had parents. they were humans. They were Mitchell and charlotte Wilkinson. None of this was making sense to him. How could one day change his life forever? His mind swam as he sank to the ground, everything racing around his head at a million miles an hour, just as those shadows began to descend on his mind, those hands were caressing his cheeks, and those hazel eyes met his again. He felt all panic leave him as those eyes washed him over with relaxation and safety. Those strong arms pulled him up, back to his feet. His looked back at the two people standing before him. He looked back into the fertile’s eyes.

Green eyes looked over him making sure he was fine an uninjured, little Frank had fallen over at the park. He grinned at the Fertile before him. He giggled and got back to his feet and smiled at him.

“ I’m ok mama”.

Mama. His eyes widened and he looked at the fertile before. Tears rushed to surface in his eyes. He took a hesitant step forward. He saw the same tears form at the base of the fertile before him’s eyes. He looked at the man, the strong Dom to the left of the Fertile.

“ Now Frankie, remember we don't beat up the other kids, that is for the Doms not a little fertile” the large Dom scolded little Frankie, but deep within his eyes he could see pride in his son.

“ All right Dad”.

Dad. His eyes wandered over the man, as finally those tears fell.

“ Mama? Dad?” he questioned hesitantly. He was engulfed in his parent’s arms before he could blink. He clung to them letting those tears fall freely. This felt right, he was meant to be here. He was finally with his mother and father. When he had been with Mitchell and charlotte, something had always felt wrong to him. He didn't feel right. He never felt like he belonged. But now he did, and he now knew why. He looked up at his parents and smiled, he was home.

He pulled back with a frown on his face. Something was wrong, if these were his parents, why weren’t they the ones taking care of him for his life? He looked at them slightly hurt.
“Why?” he questioned, just that one simple word seemed to break his parents. The tears poured out of the fertile’s eyes before he sank to his knees.

“Frank, Frankie I am so sorry” he sobbed. The Dom gripped his shoulders gently and pulled him to his chest, stroking his hair to sooth him.

“You were stolen from us Frank,” the Dom whispered. Frank could see his eyes glistening and knew he was being strong in company, Doms never cried. Not in public at least.
Frank felt everything dawn on him. He now understood why he couldn’t remember a day before his fifth birthday. Because he hadn’t been born in that house, he had been born here to his parents. He was stolen on his fifth birthday and taken to that house. He remembered now. But only small bits and pieces.

He sat in the backyard, playing with the puppy had had received for his birthday. He giggled as it ripped apart a human doll. The puppy paused and growled at the bush; Frank’s little innocent eyes scanned up the bush and met harsh brown ones. He let out a Scream for his dad as the man grabbed him.

SMACK.

The small fertile sat in shock as his cheek stung. Tears fell down his face silently. He looked up at the man above him who just sneered. The man’s eyes widened and he grabbed frank and ran as Frank heard his dad calling for him. He wanted to scream for his dad but a cloth was forced over his mouth and everything went black.

He looked to his parents. He looked down he couldn’t help but feel that their misery was his entire fault. A fresh flow of tears washed his face, trickling down and landing silently on the carpet below him.

“ I-I’m sorry,” he whimpered out as he brought his hands up to wipe futilely at the tears falling down his face. He sat back on the carpet feeling all strength leave his body at the emotions washing over him.

He looked up as a pale hand was held out in front of him. He looked up at the arm into his mother’s eyes. Those eyes so kind and warm, they felt like home. He gripped his hand and lowed her to pull him to his feet and back into his arms. He sank into them, finding a comfort he hadn’t felt since before that day. He never wanted to let go. He loved the feel of his mother holding him; he had been deprived of it so long.

He felt large arms wrap around him and his mother, he looked up into the gaze of his father and smiled. He felt so safe, more so than he had in a long time. He knew this was right that he was home. Finally. He nuzzled his face into his mothers chest relaxing against his parents. He felt eyes on him; he glanced around before his eyes fell captive to those hazel eyes again.

They shone with happiness at the sight of Frank finally reunited with his family. But there was something else hidden behind them. Something hot and longing. But Frank couldn’t quite put his finger on it. He turned back and snuggled back into his mother figuring that he could dwell on it later. Right now he wanted to linger in this feeling a little loner. To be greedy a little longer and keep his parents to himself. He finally had what he had longed for his whole life.

Someone to love and protect him from the cruel world, to save him from the chaos he called his life. And the words spoken next were exactly what he had longed to hear.

“Lets go home Frankie”