38. The Warrior

*Matty POV*

"Oh Wesley, Aren't you a precious sight for sore eyes,"

Taehyung says as he hugs my husband who stood there in shock.

"You disappeared from the infantry and I was always left to wonder what happened to you," Luca says as he finally hugs Taehyung back and the two give each other a squeeze before letting go.

"What are you doing here?" Taehyung asked him and Luca clears his throat.

"I'm married to Matthias and Thomas, Nakoa. But now I go by Luca," My husband informs him and Taehyung's mouth opens in shock.

"There is no other man I'd be happier to accept as my brother-in-law other than you. However, Nakoa was my persona I used while in London. Taehyung is my real name as well," The two reintroduce themselves while I'm still in the dark.

"Hello, sorry for barging into the moment and all but uh, why do you two know each other?" I asked as I waved my hand in between them and they finally remember I'm right here.

"We served together beside the queen a few years back as her guard, I was infiltrating and stealing back the secrets she stole from Bridgeport and Wes- I mean Luca was a double agent at the time. We worked together like a band of brothers until our agencies separated us. I noticed my old name in the child's bedroom and I just knew it couldn't have been a coincidence," Tae explains.

"I always told myself I would name my son after you, but the name means so much more now that he's named after his uncle," Luca told Tae who looked touched by the sentiment.

"Well since you two are such great friends, why don't you give him clothes so he looks a little less threatening while he cleans our house while I try to explain to Thomas that the man who tried to kill him and abduct our child is actually my brother," I said, clapping my hands together with sarcastic enthusiasm.

"Good luck my love," Luca saluted me as I left the two alone to catch up while I went upstairs to check on Thomas.

***

"Ow,"

Thomas hisses as he dabbed his nose in the bathroom of the guest room. All of our babies were asleep on the bed, snuggled together after the emotional night. I turned off the main bedroom light and walked into the bathroom where Thomas already had the first aid kit out, but was only hurting himself.

"Baby, let me do it," I gently took the rag from him and he quietly nodded while I forced him to sit down on the toilet lid. I tilted his face up so I could get a better look in the light and started to wipe the blood from his cheeks.

"You seemed so angry with me," He said as I dabbed his skin and found a few cuts and swelling.

"I'm not sweetheart. Sorry, I was just a little confused is all. You try walking into the disaster you two created," I tried to explain and he nodded. I wet the rag in the sink to wash the blood and made sure it was nice and warm so I could soothe him to some degree.

"What happened?" I asked him, wringing out the towel before coming back to Thomas.

"The babies were restless and before I knew it all five of them, ow, were in our room so I was just, ow, snuggling them until they went to sleep. Then I looked at the baby monitor and saw this man in their room so I put the kids in the bathtub and locked the door, got our guns out of the closet and went to investigate. I don't really remember much after, ah, that to be honest. It's really just a, ow, blur. I just wanted to protect our children. I don't know what came over me," He explains and I finally finished washing the blood from his cuts and scrapes before I started applying ointment and butterfly bandages to keep the wounds closed.

"I'm sorry for not being here," I apologized and he put his large hands on my waist, gently running them up and down my sides to comfort me.

"It's okay Kitten, you didn't know and you were busy fixing our marriage. But you came home, that's all that matters," He groans as I finish up and rests his head on my stomach, pulling me close. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and kissed the top of his head. Feeling how much he missed me by how tightly he was holding me.

"I love you," I whispered as I rested my cheek against the top of his head.

"I love you more," He chuckles, only to wince in pain.

"Hmm, that's what you get for trying to beat my love," I jokingly warned him and he squeezed me.

"Shut up," He groaned and I tilted his chin up so I could lay a soft kiss on his bandaged lip.

"So who is he?" Thomas asked and I gently caressed his unbruised cheek.

"He's my brother,"