Help! My Male Employees Are Having Babies! Chapter 153: Daddy Dearest Gets Schooled

Zack was at the main house when he got a phone call.

"Father, can I talk to you?"

"Yes, Tim, what’s wrong? It sounds like sothing in your voice. I know you’re getting close, but I’m always here for you."

"I’ve been trying to talk to Ed, and so has Carter, but he won’t slow down. These babies are getting ready to co at any ti—I can feel my body moving around, rearranging itself for the delivery." Tim’s voice grew strained. "But he’s spending too much ti in the city. Father, I’m afraid he’s going to miss it, and I’ll be alone when they co. I know you’ll be there and Carter will be there, but these babies are only part Genn—they need their father there at delivery so he can bond with them, or they’ll never take to him."

"Tim, don’t worry about it. I’m going to grab him by the shirt collar and tell him what’s up, and if he hurts my boy by not being there, I will take him out behind the woodshed and hurt his ass cheeks."

"I knew I could count on you, father. You’re always there for us no matter what." Tim paused. "I love you."

Zack realized exactly how stressed Tim was. The word love was never tossed around lightly by Tim, and he could count on one hand how many tis he’d ever been told that he loved him by Tim. This was serious.

Zack pulled up his communicator and pushed Ed’s sequence number. There was a lot of static online as they attempted to speak.

"Arrive here, co to , my house. We’re talking—no exceptions. You don’t go anywhere else. This is family matters. Be here at Hawthorne. No business, family first." Zach’s tone was polite but firm.

Zach’s phone call concerned Ed. Sothing was wrong at the ranch, and it must’ve been really important for Zach to be that sharp-toned.

Twenty minutes later, Ed Hawthorne walked into the office and looked at Zack before sitting down.

"Okay, I’m here. I’m all ears. What’s the problem, and what do I have to do? There’s sothing wrong."

"Ed, business is business, but what we’re talking about is my family." Zack leaned forward. "Tim called earlier and he’s upset. It’s not hormonal because he’s pregnant—it’s because he’s getting ready to deliver any day. He’s attempted to speak to you, according to him, but you’re always busy. You’ve got another business eting that you have to go to, you’ve got another business operation that you have to go to."

Zack’s voice grew more serious. "Right now there is nothing more important to a Genn than their child being born and their child’s father being right there to receive that baby in his hands so that they can bond. You and I are human, but I’ve been at this ga for a long ti and you’re new. I don’t want to tell you what will happen if you miss the birth of your children."

"They won’t recognize you as their father. They must imprint on you, and because you’re human and they’re hybrid, it’s even more difficult." Zack continued. "If you’re not there at the delivery, when Tim gets well enough to leave the center, he won’t co ho—at least not to your ho. He’ll pack up his children and he’ll move into another cottage. And you and him will be over. There won’t be any more children, and he’ll mourn the relationship."

"You have to put the workload back for the next two weeks—which it’s not going to take him that long to have these babies. He said his body is already moving around, he can feel it flexing, getting ready for delivery."

"I figure within the next three to five days you’re going to be a father, and you damn well better be here. There can’t be any reason that you’re not here for these children—they are your firstborn." Zack’s tone grew stern. "And after these are born, Carter’s will be coming up, and you have got too many years with Carter not to be there for him also."

"I don’t an to tell you your business in your household, but you’re not taking care of your house. Your house is in disarray, your house is in shambles." Zack shook his head. "Carter and Tim are turning to each other for comfort instead of being able to lean on the man of the house, the father of their children. You screw it up and you won’t get it back."

Ed was shellshocked. He had heard Tim and Carter talking about the babies being on the way and that he needed to stick around, but he was too busy at work. His workload was unbelievable since Carter had taken a lesser role. But Zack opened his eyes—if he missed anything, he would lose his families, and that was sothing he wasn’t about to chance.

Ed thanked Zack for his words of wisdom and told him that he would start making changes after he spoke to both Tim and Carter tonight. He would not be returning to the city until after the children were born. The two n shook hands and Ed went ho.

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Ed arrived at the house and asked to be forgiven for his stupidity and for ignoring the two most important people in his life.

"Without them I would be nothing. I would have no children and no companionship whatsoever." Ed’s voice was heavy with regret. "I’m going to do better."

"They don’t have to worry about anything. I’ll work from my ho office and I’ll only work during hours that my real office is open." He continued earnestly. "No more weekends, no more late nights, no more nothing like that. And when the babies co along, I’ll be there for them and their birth parents—the two most important people in my life, Carter and Tim."

Lex made sure that Emma had a cara system set up at the clinic for when Tim was ready to deliver. And from the looks of his last scan, it wasn’t going to be long at all.

Lex went to go check on Richie and the progress of his transition. He had been thirty-six hours, and for the last four there had been no more changes. Richie had grown into the oversize gown that he was dressed in—in fact, it fit him like a glove. He was wide at the shoulders just like a Genn, six foot two, and he had a huge Genn ass now. The other side of him wasn’t so well developed—it was basically a teenager. So he was ant to be a bottom in any relationship.

It could’ve been due to his escapade with Willie, or maybe just from his human side. Maybe his biological father wasn’t well-equipped either. But it was what it was, and that was all he was going to get.

His red hair had grown and it had a nice wave to it. He had a porcelain skin tone with light freckles across his nose, and gorgeous blue eyes, huge chest, a true eight-pack, and very muscular tone. Gone was the baby fat or childhood bulges around the face, replaced by a more angular style chin and cheekbone area. He was gorgeous—in fact, he was a knockout. Jonathan may want to put him on the cover of the magazine.

Lex called Constantine and gave him Richie’s asurents so that he could gather so clothes for him. It shouldn’t be hard since his size aligned with a lot of the other Genn on the ranch.

Constantine was taken aback when he saw Richie for the first ti. Rusty didn’t like him—this was too strange. Other than the voice being deeper, he knew who it was, but the look was too strange.

Constantine asked Stephen if he could watch Rusty while he went and picked up Richie at the clinic and had him dressed up proper before they ca ho.

"Well, bring him on over. We got cake—Donnie just made up fresh chocolate cake and I know he likes it." Stephen glanced toward the kitchen. "Plus, going through your transition is a lot, and with everything he’s been through the last couple months, he needs a break."

Stephen looked directly at Eli.

"Don’t look at . Just because he got so muscles on him and he grew so, I still don’t like him. I forget, and I don’t forgive." Eli crossed his arms.

"Eli, people make mistakes and sotis their mistakes hurt others, but it takes a bigger person to overlook the past and go to a future." Stephen’s tone was gentle. "It doesn’t an you have to forget or even forgive him, but it’s like closing a Chapter in a book and starting a new page."

"Okay, Uncle Stephen, just to satisfy you and Uncle Donny and everybody else around the neighborhood, I’ll try." Eli sighed. "It’s going to be tough, to say the least, but a new Chapter. And I’ll be civilized."

"Good, because if you’re not, you don’t get any of my husband’s special milk that he brings from the city to go along with your chocolate cake, young man." Stephen smiled.

"Okay, you’ve convinced . Okay, I’ll be civil, but Willie better not show up because the two of them together in the sa room with is like adding rocket fuel to a jumper—it will blow the tail end plum out of that sucker."

"I’ll make sure and call Robbie and tell him that Richie’s coming ho, but it’s a private party. Willie needs to not co around right now." Stephen nodded. "It’s not because we don’t like him—it’s because there’s still too much history that has not been addressed by all the parties involved."

Stephen talked to Robbie, and he agreed it would be best that Willie made himself invisible at this ti until so of the wounds could heal.