The dinner was a cordial affair. There was not much to focus on (except for Killian's mother making it seem like a marriage when she welcomed Azra into their family). Throughout the meal, his mother, father, and older sister asked Azra many questions until they were satisfied. And Azra flawlessly answered them with zero problems. 

Killian would like to say that Azra used his alluring powers to rein his family in. He couldn't help narrowing his eyes at Azra's trickery and illusion. He knew who the alpha honestly was—a horny, smug teen. But maybe this was a good thing because his parents did not show any disapproval towards him. 

Were they disappointed with the situation? Yes. But anger and disapproval? No. 

Well, it wasn't like Killian cared or anything if they approved of Azra. 

He felt fingers hitting his forehead, causing him to glance up at the red-handed culprit. "What are you thinking about so deeply when I am standing right next to you?" The culprit, Azra, asked Killian. 

Currently, Killian (as asked by his mother) is walking Azra out. They were standing outside as one of Killian's family drivers decided to drive Azra back home. He hasn't entered the waiting car yet, and Killian, getting lost in thought, hasn't asked him to leave. 

"Are you saying that I am thinking about you? Because I am not; you are not always on my mind 24/7." Killian quickly responded, shooing away his thoughts. 

Honestly, why was Azra still standing here? It is not like he has to wait for Killian to tell him to leave. The driver is already ready for him, yet he remains with Killian. 

Azra chuckled, his eyes glowing with amusement, "I wasn't saying that. But, it is good to know I am on your mind the same way you are in mine." 

Killian turned bright red. This alpha is trying to stop his heart. How can someone be so smooth and slightly childishly mischievous? More importantly, how can Killian like someone like him? 

Cough. A disclaimer, Killian did not say the word "like," there is no proof. 

"Why are you still here?" Killian quickly asked, changing the conversation. 

"I am waiting for you to tell me goodbye." 

 "Bye." Killian got ready to turn around and walk away, but he felt an arm wrapping around his waist, pulling him towards the person. 

Killian touched Azra's chest, looking into Azra's intense eyes that wanted nothing more than to consume him. 

Azra leaned close, their faces almost touching as their breath began to mix, "That is not the goodbye I want, Killian." 

"And what do you want?" Killian asked, already guessing what Azra wanted as his eyes dropped toward his inviting lips. 

"Humor me." 

Biting his lip, Killian kept looking in Azra's eyes then back to his lips multiple times before he made a decision. He closed the distance between them, giving Azra a short, sweet kiss before leaning back. He looked away while saying, "Are you satisfied?" 

Azra beautifully smiled, "I am." Then he let Killian go, entering the car. Killian would never admit that he watched the car drive away. 

Killian walked into his classroom, sighing as he thought about Azra returning today. And he is not saying he is annoyed, but Azra hasn't texted or called him since yesterday. He doesn't care, but still, he is announcing a fact. 

Although, nothing stopped the pout laying prominent on his face. "What's wrong with you?" Engel asked as he watched Killian pouting in his seat. 

All it took was one question from his best friend to start his ranting, "You know if someone says they are going to take responsibility, shouldn't they contact you, especially if they are coming back to school? We could have walked together or something. It is not that I care or anything, but still." 

He was trying to do a hypothetical situation, but it quickly turned into "we" and "I." Killian always gave himself away to Engel. 

Engel hummed, "Responsible for what?" 

"Getting me pregnant. He told my parents he would be responsible; it almost sounded like marriage, okay." Killian's words spilled out as he forgot that he wanted to keep it a secret from Engel (which he always failed at). 

It hasn't hit him, yet, about what he has been spilling. 

"Azra, right?" Engel asked, turning towards the book on his desk as he flipped through it. There was still plenty of time before class started. 

"Ye—" it finally hit Killian that he was telling all his secrets. He looked at Engel with wide eyes, "Uh." His brain short-circuited for a few seconds. 

"You know I already know, right? You snitched to me plenty of times. But, being a good friend, I pretended not to know. Should I continue doing that?" Engel nonchalantly asked. 

Killian thought for a second before shaking his head. He was so close with Engel; how could he not snitch on himself again? "No, you don't have to."

"Then, I have permission to hit you for getting pregnant, right? Or for letting your first time be at school? I know Azra tempts you, but come on, Killian, you are smarter than that." Engel started to lecture, looking back at Killian. 

Looking down, Killian played with his fingers, "I know, but Azra is too tempting. I swear, on that day, I did not mean for it to go that far." 

Engel sighed, "You have always been stuck on Azra since day one. I am not surprised. And knowing your crazy luck, I am not surprised you are pregnant. I just wish it happened years later. Well, he better treat you right, Killian." 

Killian blushed, "We aren't dating." He lowly muttered his words. 

"That's what you say," Engel commented before continuing, "Just know that I am the baby's uncle." 

"Who else would it be if not you? I should also make Aurora the aunt." 

"Killian, you are lucky I won't actually hit someone pregnant but wait until after the baby is here. I am kicking your ass." 

Killian laughed, "I love you too, Engel."