Mercy (MxM) (COMPLETED)

Chapter Six- Kids

Chapter Six-

Sawyer

"Get your asses down here right now!" I shout up the stairs at my siblings.

Technically, I live alone.

Realistically, I'm a single parent to nine children. I get up at the ass c***k of dawn, usually with a few of the kids in my bed, and come to the kitchen to start on breakfast. I make pancakes everyday, and they complain everyday. They eat though because it's either that or starve.

Today I only had to feed seven of them because Frankie, my fourteen year old brother, and Candace, my eighteen year old sister, both slept at my parents house despite the fact that my parents are never there.

Soon enough the kids start to file down the stairs holding their backpacks and grabbing their lunchboxes. First down the steps is my sister Lottie who is eight.

"Carter and Cameron broke my dollhouse while I was getting dressed." She whines as I give her a hug and kiss.

Carter and Cameron are the only set of identical twins out of ten kids. They're six.

"That's okay, baby. I'll have mommy and daddy buy you another one, okay?" I tell her.

She nods and hugs me tightly. Her hair is dirty blonde like mine, but her eyes are brown. Her skin is a bit more pale than mine too, but she's very adorable and certainly one of my favorite siblings.

She walks outside to go to the car just as the twins practically trample down the stairs. They have dark brown hair and blue eyes that appear brighter than mine.

They wear matching outfits every day and even talk the same. The only difference between the two is that Carter has freckles on his cheeks and Cameron doesn't.

I lean down and give them each a hug and a kiss. "When you get back from school, both of you are going to give one of your toys to your sister, got it. No arguing with me about it either."

They pout, and Carter even starts to cry, but Cameron pushes him out the front door while telling him not to be a baby.

"Here's the baby." Julian tells me, handing me our four year old sister.

Julian looks like our father. His hair is dark brown. His eyes are the exact same as mine, and his skin tone is the same as mine as well. He's only eleven.

"Meds." I tell him, watching him walk to the counter to pick up the tiny cup with his pills in it. He puts them all into his mouth and swallows before washing it down with a water bottle.

He doesn't bother to wait for a hug and kiss as he walks out of the house to get in the car.

Julian is autistic. You wouldn't really be able to tell just by looking at him or even interacting with him. His symptoms don't show much and most of the time he can control his more problematic symptoms when they do show.

The doctors did prescribe him medicine to help with his anxiety and irritability, and he takes pills at night to help him sleep as well. He doesn't like taking his medicine, but he doesn't argue with me about it anymore.

Though, if I don't remind him then he won't take it, and then I'll get a call from the school saying that he punched his classmate because they took his pencil. He's unpredictable when it comes to social things like school, but I have trouble disciplining him because I know it's not really his fault. He has it harder than all of us.

Carson is four. She's got blue eyes just like the twins but hair that's like mine. She's adorable, and very docile for a child. All of my other siblings used to cry for hours over nothing, but Carson hardly cries at all. She's great at listening and behaving as well. Sometimes I think she's an alien or something.

"They're in the car already?" Will asks, running down the stairs as if he's running late. He always likes to be early to school.

"Yep." I say as he grabs his keys from the counter and rushes to the door. "Drive safe!"

He responds with something that I didn't quite catch, but he's mature enough to be safe while driving. He's sixteen and has dirty blonde hair and brown eyes just like Lottie.

I sigh and lean against the counter while Carson pets my hair. She likes that it's long. "Buba. They all gone?"

"Yep. They're all gone." I answer, putting her on her feet so that I can start washing the dishes and cleaning up the mess they left all over the place.

She walks into the living room and starts to play with her toys without complaint. She's too young to go to kindergarten like the twins but too old for most of the daycares that are around here, so I usually keep her during the day or until Candace gets off work.

Just as I finish washing the dishes, the doorbell rings. I check the clock and see that it's only 7:30. There's no way Candace is here already.

I walk to the door and open it, my eyes widening when I see Teagan. "H-Hi, Master. What are you doing here?"

"I was going to take you to breakfast. The kids are gone, right?" He asks, smiling at me.

I shrug and let him inside. "Carson is playing somewhere, and I think Noel is still asleep."

"Actually, I'm right here." Noel hums from behind me. I turn my head and he smirks and waves, sending a flirty wink at Teagan.

"He's eight years older than you, Noel. At least pretend that you're not a whore." I snap at him, making him smile wider.

Noel is eighteen. He's Candace's fraternal twin. His hair is dark brown and his eyes are the same shade as mine. He's about Elliot's size, and he's quite attractive. He gets a new boyfriend or girlfriend every month, and it doesn't usually bother me, but I hate when he hits on my friends. He's tried to sleep with Elliot and Teagan a ton of times despite me telling everyone that Teagan is my boyfriend.

"Well I'm eighteen now. Maybe I should just blackmail you to share him with me." He threatens, making me roll my eyes. I'm good at keeping my secrets locked up tight.

I'm okay with sharing Teagan. I share him with Elliot and now I share him with Beau too. I'm not possessive or jealous.

It may sound selfish, but I just hate sharing with my siblings. I've had to share everything I own with them for my entire life, so the last thing I want to do is give them anything else.

"Oh really? And what exactly do you think you can blackmail me with?" I laugh. Teagan just looks amused by our bickering.

"I know about the club you go to all the time." He tells me, walking closer with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I followed you there the other day, but they wouldn't let me in, so I googled it and bam. It's a club where guys get tied up and f****d or something like that, and I thought 'I wonder if Sawyer is the fucker or the f****d?' but then I remembered you're 'dating' Teagan. You're obviously the fucked."

"You obviously have no idea what you're talking about. Why are you always sticking your nose where it doesn't belong? You just assume you know everything just because you googled it. That's so childish."

"You're right. I don't know, so I guess someone has to teach me." He hums seductively while getting closer to Teagan. He puts his hands on Teagan's chest and smirks up at him. "Would you be up for it, Teagan? Oh, oops. I meant Master Teagan."

Teagan chuckles softly and raises a brow at Noel. "You're way too young for my taste, short stack. You wouldn't be able to handle five minutes with me."

"I am not short!" He snaps at Teagan.

I see Teagan's eyes narrow into a glare before his hand comes up to fist in my brother's hair. I am a bit envious of the position, but I'm sure Teagan is only trying to scare him away from the idea of being a sub. Noel is too much of a brat to be a submissive.

"That right there proves it. You should have more respect if you're serious." Teagan warns, but Noel just winces, and reaches up to grab Teagan's wrist.

"Or what, big guy? You'll put me over your lap and s***k me like some perv?"

"Actually I'd prefer whipping you. I love tears."

I laugh as my brothers face pales. He looks more wary and a bit scared now rather than angry or sultry.

"You're bluffing." Noel huffs when Teagan finally let's go.

"He's not. Come back to the club if you really want to and talk to Dax about joining. I'm sure he'll decline, but if he accepts you I'm sure some dom would be happy f*****g you into submission. Maybe then you'd have some basic manners." I sigh, stepping closer to Teagan who wraps his arms around me and kisses the top of my head.

"I... whatever. I'm going to watch the baby while you two do whatever sick twisted things you do." He snaps, stomping up the stairs like a scolded child.

"Well that was something." Teagan mutters, but I just smirk and turn in his arms to peck his lips.

"I'll give him three weeks." I mumble, putting my face in Teagan's chest.

"Three weeks to what?"

"He probably went upstairs to j******f or something. God, the look on his face was priceless. I bet we see him at the club in three weeks. He's always up for a challenge, and you said he couldn't handle it. That's just motivation to him." I inform him.

He knows all of my siblings already. The younger kids really like him, but Candace never really cared much about it, and Noel is always trying to get in his pants.

"You think? He looked scared." Teagan takes my hand and leads me to his car, opening my door for me once we get there.

"He was, but like I said. Motivation."

Teagan hums softly, and climbs in on his side, starting to drive before responding. "I guess I get it. It is a bit weird that he'd do it just to prove me wrong though. I don't think Dax will let him in."

"Good. The last thing I want to see is my little brother getting f****d by a dom I probably slept with. It just irritates me that he thinks it's some big joke. I submit because I need it. He just wants to do it to copy me." I complain, sighing as I kick my shoes off and bring my legs up to my chest.

"It's alright, baby. Hey, Dax probably won't let him in, but even if he does, it will be okay. I won't let him ruin our time there. Dax will have him on a tight leash, and might even get him to be more tame." Teagan assures me, turning to me when we stop at a red light. He leans forward and kisses me deeply making my eyes flutter.

I love him. I know I do. After knowing him for five years I'm certain that I love him. He makes my heart falter in a way that nobody else can. He makes me feel loved and appreciated. He takes care of me, and he's my best friend. My lover.

Sometimes I forget how much of my life he's been a part of. Carson wasn't even born yet when we met. Is that weird? I've been friends with him longer than my sister has been alive.

He loves me too. He says it when I say it, but he prefers to show it. He tones it down around Elliot and now Beau too, but we all know. Teagan loves me like a boyfriend and he loves Elliot like a friend with benefits.

Elliot's told us that he doesn't want anything serious. He likes being a submissive and when he decides to move on then he will. Teagan doesn't want to make them feel bad by playing favorites, and I don't either. At the club, we're all equal, but I'm the only person he's ever stayed the night with.

Honestly, as long as I have Teagan, I don't really care who joins us. We always get our one on one time outside of the club.

"I love you." I tell him when he pulls away to start driving again.

He squeezes my hand before pulling it up to kiss the back. "I love you too, Sawyer."

We sit in comfortable silence for a while, just absorbing our nearness and appreciating it without commenting. Teagan knows I like the quiet. Just because I don't talk, doesn't mean that I'm mad or upset. I just have nothing of value to say at the moment.

Once we get to his favorite breakfast place, he parks and walks around to open my door for me. I slip my shoes back on and take his hand to walk inside with him.

"Noel seemed more moody than normal. Is something wrong with him?" Teagan asks, wrapping his arm around me while we wait in line.

I lean against him and sigh. "He's eighteen now. I told him that if he was going to keep staying at my place then he needs to get a job and contribute to bills and groceries. Things like that." I admit.

"I thought he was? Doesn't Candace give you some cash for that? You know you can ask me if you ever need help making ends meet. I love you, and I love those kids too. Even Noel, surprisingly." He insists, but I just shake my head.

"I could do it on my own, but I want them to learn more about responsibility. It's not that money is a problem. It's just the principle. He's an adult now and he needs to start acting like one. That starts with pitching in." I answer.

A waitress greets us soon after and leads us to a booth. I stay quiet, letting Teagan order our drinks for us. He likes to order for me and I don't like to order for myself, so it works.

"I could pull some strings and get him a job at the company." Teagan suggests.

His father is the CEO of a company called Undergrove Inc. Teagan is an only child so his father wants him to take over. The company essentially buys dying companies and builds them back up to resell or dismantles them and sells the pieces.

I'm sure it's more complicated than that, but Teagan doesn't like explaining it and isn't very passionate about it. He'd much rather talk about new things he's been learning to cook.

"Don't bother. He wouldn't take a handout if his life depended on it. I just need to challenge him to get a job and I'm sure he'll have one within the week." I explain as the waitress comes back with our drinks.

He got an orange juice and a mimosa. He got me a sweet tea with no ice and a lemon on the side. He knows me well.

Teagan quickly orders the food and smiles as we continue to talk. "How's Frankie?"

"He didn't stay with me last night, but Candace made sure he got to school okay. He said kids are still teasing him at school, but Will sticks up for him, thankfully. I feel so bad for him sometimes. Like I know exactly the s**t he has to deal with and it sucks that I can't do anything about it."

"You see yourself in him. I see you in him too. He's strong. I'm sure he'll be okay."

"One of them pushed him off the side of the bleachers and sprained his wrist. He won't tell us who." I inform him.

Frankie is 14. He just started high school, but he's a carbon copy of me. Same appearance, same personality, same interests. Sadly, he's getting bullied for the same s**t I got bullied for in high school. I didn't have any older siblings to help me out, but at least he has Will. They don't see each other much though because they're in different grades.

"Do you think they're threatening him to be quiet about it?" Teagan asks. Had anyone else asked I would've told them to f**k off and that it's none of their business, but Teagan is the one person I always confide in.

"I think he has a crush on one of them."

"What? Why would he like someone that hurts him and teases him?"

"I don't know. I know I'm not his parent, and it was a total invasion of privacy and all that, but I looked through his things and his notebook is full of doodles of the name 'Mason'. I asked Will about it, and he said Mason is in his grade and is the one that's always picking on Frankie. I just wish he'd talk to me. I can help him cope with it and all. I mean, I turned out fine."

"You turned out more than fine, baby. Everyone's got their own way of dealing with the things that happen to them. He's a good kid, and I'm sure with all the support he's got, he'll be okay."

He leans across the table and smiles before kissing me gently. He pulls away and grins when the food gets to the table. We always just get one meal that's big enough to share. He likes to feed me too, so I don't bother to grab my silverware.

After the waitress leaves and Teagan separates things evenly, he gets a bite of food on the fork and holds it out to me. I part my lips and take the food off before chewing and swallowing.

I don't look at him, but I can feel him staring at me. I'm not sure why feeding me is something he enjoys so much, but he likes it even more if it's food he cooked. He likes having me try his new creations and I've never been a picky eater so I don't mind it.

Breakfast goes on like this for a while. He feeds me a bite and I take a sip of my drink when he eats a bite. We stop occasionally when he strikes up a conversation, but aside from that it's mostly quiet. I enjoy quiet dates. When my home is always full of screaming children, it's easy to know why.

Even in the quiet, his emotions are present. He's more of a talker than I am, but most of the time he holds off conversations for my sake. I like looking at him as long as he's not looking at me.

I like observing him. His jaw flexes in the sexiest way when he chews. His eyes light up when he tastes something new and his nose scrunches if he doesn't like something. I think it's cute how his tongue pokes out to sweep away the syrup dripping from the corner of his lips.

"You're staring, pet."

"You're nice to stare at, Teagan." I confess, smiling at him.

I see his eyes darken when I don't look away, but I swiftly ignore it. He's always a dom at heart, but part of me likes pushing his limits just as much as he pushes mine.

Teagan pays our bill just as my phone rings. I don't have the number saved, but I answer it anyway.

"Hello?"

"Hello. Is this Sawyer Grayson?"

"Yes." I mutter simply. I hate talking, but I hate talking on the phone even more.

"Right. You're listed as Frankie and William Grayson's emergency contact. We need you to come to the school to pick them up immediately."