#javier vowed to never have cubs

[parjiljehavey]

When Mother and Father had told Javier that he was in charge of his siblings, he’d thought it’d be easy. Marisol was still a cub and Carlos was a fledgling. Toss a human at Carlos and supervise Marisol so she didn’t overeat and then send them to bed. 

Javier thought it would be easy. 

It wasn’t easy. 

Marisol wouldn’t stop crying because she was teething. Again. The only thing that made her stop was letting her chew on some poor bastard. More often than not it was Javier’s ankle or hand.

Carlos was being a picky eater. Javier had known this before, but goddamn. He hadn’t wanted what Javier had dragged in, so after turning that one loose, Javier had to strap Marisol to his chest after she had finally gone to sleep and take Carlos out to find what he wanted to eat. 

Javier was just happy that once Carlos found what he wanted, he had no problem sharing with Marisol. 

Their parents found them in the foyer. Javier staring at the ceiling while Marisol broke in her teeth on Javier’s ankles and Carlos slept in front of the door.