Jason’s POV
From the entrance of the door till the entire drawing room, which was as huge as one house of an ordinary person, was a mess. We carefully stepped inside, making our way through the mess scattered on the floor, as it was impossible to find a place to put your feet.
The toys were scattered everywhere on the floor, including those tiny puzzle pieces and the building blocks which could hurt one’s feet if stepped on. The furniture was moved from its places, colors were spread everywhere — not just on the floor, but even the walls were not spared. Color splashes, handprints, and footprints were everywhere from floor to walls.
Everything inside the drawing room was broken — from the expensive wall paintings, the vases, and even that big-sized TV, which now hung tilted with the screen completely broken. The cushions were torn, the cotton and feathers everywhere, and covers thrown somewhere on the floor.
This was truly not our home, but seemed like poultry farm.
It was like a sudden earthquake had shaken it upside down, and if we were a few more hours late, this home would have been flat to meet the ground below.
Most shocking was, there was a baseball bat on the floor and a pitching machine with so many balls everywhere on the floor.
"They played baseball inside the drawing room?" Lucian concluded in surprise. "No wonder everything is broken."
Who plays baseball inside home? Only Rafe and destructive mind could do it.
Even our pets were in it. Fluffy was lazing on one side. He opened his eyes, looked at us, and then resumed sleeping as if our presence was nothing to him. His soft golden fur was no longer golden but marred with different colors, as if he had just played some color festival. We could feel his contribution in creating this mess.
Ham was out of his cage, munching on the scattered nuts, finding them among the mess around, leaving the crumbs on the floor. He looked utterly delighted as if not a mess but it was heaven for him.
Vixen’s place was well guarded by the chairs from the dining table arranged as a wall to protect her and her kitten. If not for her kittens, I am sure she would have been part of it as well.
"What is this?" Lucian asked as he went to the dining table.
On the dining table, there were empty packages of outside food ordered — pizza boxes, cold drinks, and all kinds of junk that they could get delivered.
"They didn’t even eat what I had cooked for them," I frowned as I followed Lucian. Before leaving, I had cooked lunch for them, but these two...
"They seem to have had a party here in our absence," Lucian said as we saw these two monsters ate without a care.
"Where is Raven? Where did that bat take my son?" Eira asked, worry etched on her face, looking around inside.
The entire home was deadly quiet as if no one lived here. After destroying the drawing room, what were they up to? Destroying the entire estate?
We walked further inside, still shocked at what they had turned this home into.
"There," Kael said calmly.
We looked at the long leg resting over the backrest of the sofa moved to one corner, which now had its back towards us.
As we got closer, another surprising view greeted us.
Rafe was sleeping with Raven lying over him. Both were in a deep sleep, without any care.
Both of their clothes were colored, their hair messy, in fact dirty. Even their faces and hands had colors.
Raven’s face rested on Rafe’s chest, his chubby cheek flat, mouth round and open as it drooled over Rafe’s T-shirt. Rafe had his hand protectively surrounding him, comforting him to sleep.
Both looked like two monsters sleeping peacefully after destroying the world.
Raven stirred a little in his sleep as he lifted his head like a little turtle. But Rafe patted his back softly and made a throaty hum to coax him. The little guy turned his face to the other side and slept again, clinging to Rafe like a little bunny in the arms of a big wolf.
After seeing such an adorable sight, we didn’t know whether to adore them or scold them.
Seeing them deep in sleep, we didn’t make a sound. Rafe had highly alert senses, but today they seemed to have dulled enough to not even let him know we had returned. It was rare to see him in such deep sleep.
Eira was relieved to finally see her son, but there was jealousy in her as Raven was so close to Rafe. After Kael, once more we had another view of a perfect father and son bond. And this time it was with Rafe.
"Just move aside the things so we can move around without making noise," Kael told us, his voice careful and low, "The rest, keep it as it is."
He then looked at Eira. "You need to have a shower. The blood is still there."
She looked at her cleaned hands that still carried the stench of blood, and then toward her clothes, which had blood stains. She hummed and went to the room, being careful not to step on anything.
Along with Kael, we cleaned a few things on the floor so they wouldn’t come under our feet, at the same time not making any sound.
One thing was sure — this entire drawing hall now needed a makeover. Nothing was left as it was. How did these two manage to destroy all of this?
One of our men showed up, and Lucian handed him the parcel Kaizan had given to us. It was to be taken to Liam. Meanwhile, Kael had already informed Liam about what it was.
Now, all we had to do was wait for the result.
"Roman, you can go and rest," Kael said after we took care of the things.
He hummed and left for his room. Probably he needed some time alone.