Page 122 of Sinful Mates

“You expect me to believe a baby is conjuring magic ?” Tobias asks.

“Yep, he did it earlier but you two, were too busy blaming me for upsetting him and weren’t listening.” They both came to the porch staring up at me.

“Witches can’t manifest magic , Imogen, till they are of age. He is two months old.”

“Correct, he is two months old. I know when my son was born. But he isn’t a normal witch baby, Tobias, he is a tribrid. I also know he is growing rapidly. What two-month-old is as big as a one-year-old and can sit up and nearly crawl? He is growing faster and beyond his age. The oracle even said she couldn’t predict what his future holds. Well now, we just got a glimpse.”

They still don’t believe me. Seriously, how thick can one be? As if on cue, Thaddeus giggles, and the lights flickering faster. That’s when I realize his powers are manifesting from his emotions. He doesn’t even realize what he is doing, just can feel the funny feeling of his magic tickling him, well until the darkness around edges touches him like it did earlier.

I turn him around in my arms, so they can see for themselves. His eyes glow fluorescent green, sparkling hypnotic eyes peering back at them. Tobias gasps, unable to believe his eyes. Theo is looking from the house to Thaddeus.

“I can’t believe not one of you noticed his eyes.” I can feel their shock.

“Well, when shit went haywire in the house, my first priority was to get him out before the house burned down,” Theo retorts. I turn around, walking inside and going to the kitchen.

I make a bottle and put the kettle on. “I think it is time some little boy goes to bed. It is way past your bedtime, little man,” I tell him, preparing his formula.

“So, what do we do?” asks Theo grabbing Thaddeus and holding him at arm’s length. Thaddeus seems to think it’s quite funny.

“You’re not scared of him, are you Theo?” I chuckle.

“Of course not, but it is a little creepy.”

“Not as creepy as his bloodsucking father,” I retort.

“Seriously though, this can’t go on, this house is old. The wiring is ancient. I don't think the place will hold if this keeps up,” Tobias states. I had been thinking of it when I was driving. Trying to come up with a solution.

“Geez, Tobias, I don’t know. I didn’t exactly get an instruction book for a tribrid baby. They were all out of them at the store. Not that you would read it anyway,” I tell him.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” he says with a smirk on his face as he leans back and places his hands behind his head.

“A little. I tried to tell you.” Theo walks over and takes the bottle from my hands. Thaddeus drinks his bottle hungrily. It explains why he is constantly hungry. He is burning energy constantly and in return, making him feed more.

“I’m not sure, I have some idea but not sure how it works exactly or the effect it will have on him. I will have to get Astral’s opinion first. See what she thinks.”

“What are you thinking?” Tobias asks, leaning forward, and watching Theo rock Thaddeus to sleep, a concerned look on his face.

“Doing what my mother did, putting it in a talisman or amulet.” Tobias nods.

“Could work. We will speak to Astral tomorrow.” Theo walks over to me and I see Thaddeus is asleep. I kiss his head before Tobias gets up, doing the same. Theo goes upstairs to place him in his crib.

When Theo comes back down, he starts making coffee.

“So, we are speaking to Astral, then?” he asks.

“Yep, and I’m going to tell her you said her magic is mumbo jumbo,” I tell him with a snort. He turns around, facing me. I prop myself up on the bench and he comes to stand in between my legs.

“I’m sorry about earlier,” he says, pecking my lips. When he goes to turn away, I wrap my legs around his waist tugging him back before draping my arms over his shoulders. A seductive smile plays on his lips and his eyes darken at my actions.

Theo’s lips go to my neck as he sucks and nips at my skin.

“I suppose, I am making my own coffee, then,” Tobias says, getting up and heading to the jug.

“He is such a good house husband,” mutters Theo, making Tobias scoff before shooting him a look.

“So, are we forgiven?” Theo asks, going back to nipping the skin of my neck. I feel his fingers playing with the buttons of my shirt. Watching Tobias over Theo’s shoulder, I giggle as I watch him adjust the crotch of his pants. Clearly feeling Theo’s arousal through the bond.

“That depends.”