Little Of Loure II

3 - Not Your Daddy

Dylan woke up with a slight headache that has subsided since the first time he woke up in this strange place. The first thing he saw was the window by the wall on the left. it was left open to let in the cold air. The breeze made the sheer curtains flow in mid-air and he sighed at the comfort that the night gave. The room was quite dark but he could make out what was around. That was a good sign. It meant his senses are coming back and his body is healing quickly.

What the hell happened? he thought to himself.

He rarely ever fell sick and even if he did, he rarely ever wakes up in a strange room. Dylan slowly sat up on the bed, his back laid on the bed frame for support so the room could stop spinning. His headache isn't as bad as before but it was still limiting his movements slightly.

'Linc?' he whispered but no one answered. He was alone in the room.

'Lincoln?' he called out again, this time louder. He vaguely remembers Lincoln coming into the bathroom and helping him ease the pain

Slowly he swung his legs down the side of the bed and pressed his barefoot on the cold wooden ground. He listened in to try and pick up anything and all he could hear was what seemed to be walking downstairs and the sound of utensils hitting porcelain.

He figured that must be from downstairs. Dylan didn't know what to do. Go downstairs? Stay up here? He doesn't know the place very well.

Dylan grabbed the pair of pants on the ground by the side and stood up before dressing himself in it. He made sure to check his balance and it seems to have come back as well. 

His body was healing nicely. But he needed to know what happened to properly treat himself.

Dylan slowly and quietly made his way to the door, turning the knob and opening it to reveal a cold and dark hallway. 

What time is it? he thought to himself. 

Then he heard small giggles coming from the room across him. The door was shut but he could tell someone was definitely behind it. It sounded like a girl's voice and Dylan scrunched his eyebrows when the voice doesn't match anyone he knew.

Without a second thought, he moved forward and opened the door of the second room.

Inside the room was warm and the lights were dimmed. There was a single bed by the corner and a wardrobe by the right side of the room. The floor was littered with toys and in the middle of the room was Little Abby. She was dressed in a big t-shirt and underwear, playing with the tea set on the small table.

'Abby.' Dylan called out which made the girl turn her head quickly, dropping her toy on the ground.

'Deedee!' Abby jumped to her feet and immediately ran towards Dylan before tackling him in a tight hug. Dylan, who was not expecting the strong force of the girl hit the back of the wall before grabbing her quickly so she doesn't fall.

'I thought you weren't going to wake up! I was so scared! Did you see the flowers I picked for you?' she frantically ranted on while her arms around his shoulders tightened by the second.

'Hey, sweetie.' Dylan hugged her tightly to his chest, planting a kiss on her forehead.

Abby moved back to look at Dylan's face when he asked his question.

'Why did you fall asleep and didn't wake up?' Abby looked up and stared at him with confusion in his eyes.

'I'm not sure. Where's daddy?' Dylan grabbed her shoulders and looked into her eyes before asking his question.

But before Abby could answer they heard footsteps running up the stairs.

'Daddy is coming! We're in here!' Abby said as she struggled to keep her body from staying still. She cant wait to see how happy Lincoln would be to see Dylan again. Lincoln has been feeling very down lately and seeing Dylan now would definitely cheer him up. Or so she hoped.

When Lincoln finally made it to the door he paused at the frame for a second.

'Daddy, Deedee is awake! He's awake, that means we can go to the town and go explore!' Abby jumped up and down happily, remembering when Lincoln had told her once Dylan wakes up, they will be going to the market down at the town. Abby was stoked to hear that and she hasn't been able to contain her excitement since then.

'Baby, Dylan just woke up. Let's give him time to rest.' Lincoln said and carried Abby away from Dylan so she doesn't exhaust him. Dylan looked at them confused and his eyes seemed to look like he was trying to put the pieces together.

'Lincoln, where are we?' Dylan stood up and ask.

'How are you feeling?' Lincoln asked gently.

'I don't understand what's going on. Where are we?' Dylan asked.

Lincoln stared at Dylan and thought over the situation before he feels like he might have figured out what is happening.

'Why don't you come downstairs. We can talk while I make you a drink.' Lincoln said and the three of them left the room.

Lincoln set Abby down on the ground by the living room and motioned for Dylan to take a seat next to her while he goes to make him a cup of bloodtea.

'Deedee, are you okay?' Abby asked Dylan who was busy looking around the house.

'I think I'm okay, sweetie.' Dylan smiled at her. His head was still pounding 

'Daddy said we can go explore the market if you're feeling better.' 

'Yeah? What do they have at the market?' Dylan asked curiously, in hopes to try and find an answer from Abby of where they were.

'Abby, go get ready for bed, darling. Daddy will be up soon.'

'But I don't want to. I want to play with Dylan.' Abby pouted and held Dylan's arm tightly.

'Dylan isn't fully recovered. If you keep pestering him, you'll make him sick again.' Lincoln said and walked over to the sofa, passing Dylan the cup of blood he just got done making.

'That's not true.' Abby muttered to herself.

'Abby, I can play with you tomorrow. I promise. Listen to daddy.' 

'You're my daddy too.' Abby pouted even further and her lips quivered. 

'I-' Dylan didn't know how to answer that. 

'Darling, Dylan isn't your daddy.' Lincoln quickly stepped in and said before reaching over and carrying her into his arms. 

Lincoln's words made Dylan turn to him with a furrowed brow. Lincoln had never done this before. Whenever Abby would refer to him as Daddy Lincoln was always very supportive and would even enjoy it.

'No!' Abby starts to cry and thrash around, trying to reach out for Dylan who tried his best to not reach out to grab her.

If he reached out to hold her, he would be going against the prince. If he doesn't he would have to upset the little one. 

'Baby, we can play tomorrow. I'm still not feeling so well. I want to make sure I'm healthy again before we go out and have fun.' Dylan tried to cheer her up.

'But I want to take care of you until you get better.' Abby pouts.

'Lincoln is taking care of me. I will be fine, no need to worry.' Dylan caressed her cheeks and smiled gently.

'Come on, babygirl. Don't be naughty.' Lincoln filled her cheeks with kisses.

Dylan stayed silent and smiled at their interaction. There was definitely an awkward tension in the air that needed to be sorted between them but this moment was one to enjoy.

'Hmm...okay...' Abby said reluctantly, not wanting to leave Dylan but also didn't want to make a fuss about the situation.

'Goodnight, darling.' Dylan said and sat down. 

'I'll be down soon.' Lincoln said and turned to leave upstairs.

'Can I turn on the TV?' 

'No!' Lincoln exclaimed, shocking both Abby and Dylan.

'The cables arent working. It's an old house.' Lincoln quickly formed a lie.

'Okay.' Dylan said and took a seat again, sipping his drink.

Dylan moved his eyes around the home. It was a beautiful house with old fashion decor and wooden flooring, giving it a rustic feeling. It was very cozy and he loved it. Looking out at the window it was dark outside and he could only make out a pool at the back, a garden as well as a field behind it. They seem to be in the middle of nowhere.

Dylan looked down at the table and saw two books resting on it and a cigarette pack on top. He remembered a few years back where it was a huge scandal that paparazzi caught photos of the prince smoking behind the Loure castle and it was published all over the news. People really do get entertained by the smallest things the royals do. But is Lincoln smoking again? He has never had a cigarette during their time together.

Drinking his tea, Dylan tried to piece everything together in his head. 

He could faintly remember the Winter Ball where he went with Lincoln and Abby. They got home that night but everything after that seemed to be a blur. 

Dylan had concluded that he may be experiencing a concussion. But he couldn't put a definite answer until he knew what had happened to him. Gently he set the cup down and stood up to go pass around the room while waiting for Lincoln to put Abby to bed. 

This seemed to always be their routine. Him waiting for Lincoln in the living room while he put Abby down for the night.

After a few minutes, Lincoln finally walked down the stairs. He was in a different shirt and he held a bottle in his hands. 

'Sorry. She didn't want to go to sleep.' Lincoln said and went into the kitchen to wash Abby's bottle in the sink and drying it in the dish rack.

'How are you feeling?' he asked, turning around to meet Dylan by the living room.

'Headache has subsided but I'm still a little fuzzy in the head.' Dylan said.

'So...you don't have any recollection of what happened before we came here?' Lincoln asked.

Dylan tried his best to think but it but nothing came about. The last thing he can really remember was his and Lincoln's fight in the car. And a sharp pain before everything went black.

'No, I suspect I'm experiencing a concussion. But I'm not sure what happened before for me to have that. It must have been a fatal injury for this to happen. Vampires don't normally get a lasting injury like this.' Dylan explained. 

'I know. I'm sorry.' Lincoln said, his face filled with guilt and sorrow.

'What happened, Lincoln?' Dylan asked.

Lincoln sighed out loud and avoided eye contact before he grabbed the cigarette box from the table and stood up.

'Let's go talk outside. I need a smoke.' 

Lincoln turned and went to the front door where he opened and exited, followed by Dylan behind him.