Prologue p.2

Carson's pov

I have a bit of a complicated family but we are a happy household.

I have two dads, there is Theo that we call Papa and my dad Nathan. Both of them are my biological dads.

My papa's case is exceptional, he has a rare medical condition, and he can carry kids. Yeah, it means he can be pregnant.

So yeah, he carried me and my brother but we aren't the only ones.

Growing up my papa feared my brother and I would have the same condition as him, so he would always take us to so many appointments.

The good news is that neither I nor my brother has the condition as we do not have a uterus. Besides, we learned it's not hereditary.

It's a relief for me. Yes in a way I am extremely grateful that my papa gave birth to me but I would never wish over my dead body that I could do the same.

I'm a guy, after all, I don't want to be made fun of and my papa's condition is quite complicated.

Regardless, we are a big family with my big sister, my twin brother and my younger sister.

My big sister has an 11-year age gap with my brother and I and it makes sense once we learn about my dad's story. Her name is Moonlight but we call her Moon.

I like her a lot as she's a role model to me but she teases us often like my dad does. We get along well with her but as she doesn't live with us, it's not the typical sibling relationship. Nowadays, she comes to visit a few times with her wife Katheleen.

Then there's my brother. His name is Cayden and he couldn't be any different than me. He's my opposite and he's so annoying. Maybe it's because we aren't identical. Maybe I'm inferior to him but there's one thing I'll always have over him, he's 5.9 ft and I am one inch taller. We're still growing but I doubt it'll change and that pisses him off so much.

While my big sister Moon is the spitting image of my dad personally wise, she looks like my papa with brown eyes and brown hair, Cayden has the blue eyes of my dad but he has the same brown colour.

Meanwhile, my hair is darker like my dad's and my eyes are brown like my papa's.

Then there's our youngest sister.

She's so spoiled I swear as the youngest but luckily she's quite calm. She's now a teenager at 13, so she's not as young anymore. She's like the splitting image of my papa but looks physically like my dad Nathan, with blue eyes, and dark brown hair.

I don't know what it is but it seems like the genes decided to be equal and give all the combinations possible.

They do mean a lot to me but I really wish I had my own story to tell, not the complicated yet beautiful love story of my dads.

My brother Cayden already has his and so does my sister but what about me?

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Emerick's pov

I used to have a best friend, his name was Carson Hames.

We met on the first day of Kindergarten during recess. Nobody wanted to be with us, so we were the outcasts even at a young age. When I first saw him playing in the sand all alone, I couldn't help but play with him.

That was the day that started a great friendship between us which lasted through almost our entire elementary school days.

We were inseparable, we did everything together even baths. We were glued to the hip.

Everything was perfect between us until I started having those strange feelings whenever I was with him. His smile always warmed my heart and I didn't know why. That was in 4th grade.

I was so confused about what it was until my mom explained to me that it was a crush but I didn't like the meaning of it. I was so confused about why I could have those feelings towards a boy when every boy had crushes on girls.

I didn't like having a crush on him. It's not because my parents were against the fact that I had a crush on a guy, as they aren't homophobic, they accepted the crush as a silly crush.

It's also not because I was homophobic myself, how could I? Carson's dads are gay and they were so nice.

But I know that I hated having those feelings towards Carson. Everything was so confusing. I didn't know what to do with those feelings. I thought I could hide it from him and continue being his friend but I realized it was worse when I was with him, which was all the time.

I didn't understand those kinds of feelings and thought them to be uncomfortable. They were getting in the way of my friendship with Carson.

He was so oblivious to everything too, which didn't help at all. If I wanted to suggest changing something, he wouldn't listen or he didn't understand.

Anyway, he was so cute too and it didn't help me one bit. While I was dealing with all of that, he didn't even know the concept of a crush. He was that naive and innocent.

All he wanted was to play with him while I wished to do what was called when we were younger, grown-up stuff. Like holding hands but by that, I do not mean the naughty part of course, we were just 10 years old.

Also, as cute as he was, I couldn't deny our outcast status by 5th grade, we were the laughingstock of the school, especially him in gym class. He was so horrible and was made fun of. It was embarrassing for me to be his friend.

And to make matters worse during my last year in elementary school, things got really ugly at home and I was struggling to cope with everything, yet I didn't want Carson to know nor had the heart to.

So with those things in mind, I ended up doing the inconsiderate thing to stop hanging out with him little by little to the point of avoiding him completely.

It hurt losing my best friend but it was for the best anyway. I could no longer have a friendship with someone so childish while I was dealing with grown-up stuff and was forced to mature all things considered and I especially could not stand the idea of his pity if he ever found out about my situation.

I know that leaving him hurt him greatly because he used to try to run at me whenever I avoided him.

Though I know it was for the best, he wouldn't have understood.

After that, I followed my own path. I had some friends here and there but none were like Carson.

About said feelings, it's all in the past, well that's what I believe.

Sometimes it's true that I do get giddy at the thought of Carson or seeing him but I know it's due to past him.

I'm not saying he's horrible to look at or a bad person. Carson Hames is like the sweetest guy you can know and he still is, well from afar that is. But he does not have the appeal of others, only his friend Ella. Sometimes I wonder why but then I get reminded that he used to be the laughing stock but nowadays he's just...too innocent for his own good, yeah still is.

He also has dark brown hair and brown eyes. Unlike me, he isn't on the darker side. He isn't small but not too tall either but compared to me, he's a giant, curse my Latino genes for making me 5.5 ft. He also wears glasses nowadays and it suits him but he won't hear that from me.

Now that I think about it, why am I thinking of him? It was 5 years ago.

Yeah, he has his life and I have mine, now why am I thinking about this? I thought I said I wouldn't be thinking about that again. Especially not at a trivial time like this.

It's the finals for our sophomore year, making us 15 and 16.

And finals are important to me, not Carson.

Just a silly kid crush does not matter, my future does. If I don't pass those exams, I'm screwed, so that's why I need to study twice as much as others to pass.

So yeah, I better get back to studying and stop daydreaming about my past or else it's me who'll be suffering the long-term consequences.