Day had dreaded those days since the birth of his sons. He might have been preparing for years, but telling himself that it was only a matter of a few days; nothing helped. He was as terrified as his son. The omega wanted to shout all his dismay at the first comer but each time his conscience caught up with him and kept him from doing something so bad. So he locked himself in a disturbing silence, which only increased the anxiety of his younger son. He was scared too, he felt things were getting worse and worse for his twin, but there was nothing he could do. Gold couldn't approach the door let alone enter. So he waited outside the bedroom, most of his time, watching for his father or uncle to come out to harass them with questions.
"...old...Sama..."
