"A 98 percent match" Deimos read, his smile falling of his face.

He placed the twins on the table and stood up.

"This is fucked up shit" he growled "They can't be mine"

Caleb shrugged, playing with his pen.

"The ball is in your court, Mr. Perez" he smirked.

"Don't give me that cocky smirk" he yelled making the twins flinch.

"I—I can't keep them" he ran his hand through his curly blond hair "I'll have to put them up for adoption—"

"Are you stupid or something?" Caleb yelled "you want to give up your sons up for adoption, your reason being?"

"I'm too young" he explained "I have a company to run, I—I can't take care of not one but two babies"

"Next time keep your stupid manhood in you pants maybe you wouldn't have this problem" he growled.

Deimos opened his mouth to retaliate but Caleb cut him off.

"Get out of my office" he narrowed his eyes at his brother "and leave the twins behind"

He didn't say anything and stormed out, slamming the door behind him making the twins flinch.

"You have an ass of a dad" Caleb sighed.

***

It has been a few days since Deimos left the twins at his brothers office and he was a wreck.

"Little rascals" he called out, slamming the door of his empty home.

His smile dropped when he remembered he left them like the pathetic father,— no, man he was.

He grabbed a whiskey bottle and downed it within seconds.

He hadn't slept in days and he was taking pills to pass out but he always slept with one thing on his mind, his twins.

He fucked his secretary then fired her.

He was slowly falling into an endless pit of sadness.

"I'm such an— an, what's the word, ah an asshole" he slurred as he yanked his door open, his car keys in his hand.

He was going to his sons.

He drove carelessly, allowing the alcohol to take over his body.

"Come out you lil fucker" he blew his car horn once he got to his brothers gate.

He banged on his brothers gate, yelling curses and profanities.

"What the fuck" his brother cursed, yanking the for open almost making him fall.

He walked in, trying to find his sons.

"Go home Deimos" Caleb growled "you are in no condition to talk to your sons"

"Don't tell me—me what to do Mr. Asshole" he slurred as he rushed upstairs.

He banged his body against a door, hearing his sons cries.

He yanked it open and smiled, seeing his sons after a long time.

They were in matching blue Tarzan onesies with blue socks on their feet.

He grabbed them and their cries grew more.

"Why won't they stop crying" he cooed "dada is here"

"You reek of alcohol Dei" Caleb snatched the crying babies out of his hands "they don't recognize your smell"

"Bu—t it's dada" he cooed.

"Go home Dei" Caleb said softly, trying to soothe the babies "go home"

Tears fell out of his eyes and he nodded.

He extended his hand to them but Caleb pushed him away making him sigh.

He jogged back to his car and drove away but he didn't drive back to his empty house but to a deserted park.

He was tired and wanted one thing, his sons.

He sat on the old dusty park bench and closed his eyes, a content smile on his face and he slept.

At least he finally saw his sons.

***

Deimos knocked on the oak doors slowly, his hangover getting the best of him.

When he woke up he was on a park bench. He immediately went home to freshen up and now he was at his brothers house, again.

"Deimos" his brother greeted "Are you drunk or—"

"I'm not drunk" he shook his head "I'm sorry about yesterday"

He nodded but didn't say anything.

"Can I come in" he asked slowly "I mean I can come back later—I'll be free, just tell when I can see them and I will be here"

Caleb chuckled.

This was a man who wanted to give them up.

"You can come in" he hid his smile.

"Thanks man" he smiled, entering his house "sorry about yesterday"

Caleb rolled his eyes "What you did was absolutely fucking stupid, you have them quite a scare"

"Sorry, I'll try getting used to fatherhood" the words slipped out.

"Try? Look let's make a deal" Caleb growled "if you can't prove that you are responsible enough to take care of those twins they are out of your fucking custody and into a nice loving stable family"

He nodded. Caleb was the oldest brother and he deserved that title.

He was way more responsible.

"There they are" he pointed to where his exhausted looking children lay, just staring into the air "the ball is in your court"

"The ball is in my court" he repeated, fiddling with his fingers.

"Hi little rascals" he waved shyly to his twins who stared at his every movement from his body language to the nervous look in eyes.

"Sorry about yesterday" he apologised, sitting on sitting on the soft big bed next to them "daddy is stupid"

They babbled weakly and he chuckled.

He wrapped his arms around their bodies and they relaxed, letting their eyes close and their mouths opened.

"Bed time?" He chuckled.

Caleb gave him a thumbs up and he grinned. He was going to change.

***

Deimos threw Altair in the air and caught him quickly, Aldrin strapped in his back as he ran around, their giggles filling his house.

He was glad to have them back.

A rhyme was playing softly in the background and he placed them in their high chairs.

"Dinner before bed time?" He cooed as he made the formula, tasting it before giving it to them.

His mother told him that breast milk was best for them especially at this age but their mother wasn't available and he didn't need them sucking milk out of random women's boobies so they were stuck with baby formula.

He fed them and burped them and gave them a bath.

He placed them in his soft bed and cursed.

Truth be told he didn't want to sleep without them so that's one reasons he didn't get a crib but now that they were staying with him permanently he knew it was now or never.

"Good night little rascals" he kissed their nose "papa loves you"

***

Hey. Another chapter by moi. I hope you like it.

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