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Eric's worries proved to be unfounded. The mouse turned out to be the owner's granddaughter, helping out, the cable was a replacement for one that had been found defective on the truck. Uncle hadn't seen her go in because she had already been there for hours, helping with the purchase of material for other projects. The workers gave Eric the evil eye when they received the green light to get back to work.

Not long after that Eric received a message from his father.

'Where are you?' Francis. 'Checking in on the ship.' Eric. 'Unless you've decided to abandon your sons, get your tail back down here. I'm not raising another generation by myself.' Francis.

"Looks like I've been ordered back home," Eric chuckled.

"Don't worry, I'll keep an eye out on the work," William replied.

Eric frowned. "To be clear, you don't have to do that."

"I know, but my sister doesn't finish work till six, I'm meeting with her and her family then."

"You should still get off the ship and do something." Eric paused. "Are you feeling compelled to stay?"

"No, it's my decision."

"Don't worry, Boss," Jeff said. "If I decide he needs some entertainment, I'm going to drag him to one of the clubs."

William looked at the Jackal, surprised.

Jeff shrugged. "Stop looking at me like that, or I'll go back to not liking you."

The wolf looked ahead, his lips curling up at the edge.

"Okay, I trust you two to play nice." He left the ship before either could reply.

* * * * *

Once the shuttle landed on the pad, Eric had a land flier land right next to it. It wasn't an approved maneuver, but it also wasn't illegal, which was all Eric cared about for the moment. He only had to set one foot on the ground and he had switched vehicle, the sky hadn't even appeared in his peripheral vision.

It was a short flight to his father's house, and there was only one other flier there. Eric had expected more of the family to be helping his father. He landed as close to the house as he could, and with a breath to steady his nerves he rushed to the door.

As soon as he was inside, his heart rate slowed. Following his children lead him to the back room, which his father had mostly cleared to make space for the table and cribs. His children weren't there, but in a large area delineated by a bunch of blank canvases held in place by stone blocks. His father was on his knees, sweeping small pieces of clay in a pan.

"What happened?" Eric asked.

"Tucker decided to use one of my sculpture to try to stand up. He toppled it over." He indicated a stack of larger clay pieces in the corner.

"Shit, I'm so sorry." He helped his father clean the rest of the mess.

"I should have known better than to let them roam freely, but it's okay. That piece was never going to be on display."

Once the floor was clean they went to the edge of the playpen. Tucker, Terrence and Trevor looked up, then the three of them raised their arms. Eric sighed and picked up Tucker.

"You are going to be too adventurous for your own good," he told his son. "I can just tell that as soon as you're able you'll be bedding everyone on the station." He looked at his father, who was holding Terrence. Trevor started crying. "I can just see the list of complaint about inappropriate behavior Tuck is going to be responsible for. Public indecency, Sex in public places, being loud. And that's just going to be the start."

"You could always settle down here when they get close to that age. You won't have to worry about any of that."

Eric didn't reply, instead watching Tony crawl to Trevor, head-but him and then sit next to him, babbling. After a moment Trevor's cries ebbed and he joined his brother's conversation.

"We'll see," Eric finally said. "I know it'd make sense, But I'd either have to leave them in your care or stop flying for-"

"Oh no. You're not dropping them on my doorstep and leaving. I told you, I'm done raising kids. You can have one of your brothers deal with that."

Eric rolled his eyes. "Like any of them would take time from their busy schedule to take care of them. I think you raised the lot of us to be workaholics. It's just a good thing for them I can do most of my work sitting in the middle of their play area."

"They are making time for them, you know, it's just that their schedules are busy."

"I'm not complaining, They're my kids, so my responsibility."

"Right, which is why you vanished this morning without telling me anything. Do you know how odd it was to wake up alone in bed?"

"I needed to check on the ship."

"Needed my ass," Francis chuckled. "You just couldn't keep away."

Eric smiled. "Like I said, workaholics."

"Looks like they might be due for their naps," Francis said, looking at Terrence who was nodding off in his arms. "Do you want to let them sleep in the playpen again? Or do you prefer putting them in the cribs."

"I let them nap together. They seem to like it." Eric places Tucker close to Thomas and Tyson, and they started bouncing together. Terrence lied down as soon as Francis deposited him next to Tony, who joined his brother.

"Come one, we need to think about dinner, your brothers are coming, as well as a few of the others." He led Eric out of the room and silently closed the door.

"You need help deciding what to order?"

Francis looked at him in horror. "Order? No, we need to cook the food."

Eric groaned. "Come on dad, I don't cook."

"You can't have been eating that assembled muck ever since you've left here?"

"No, two of my crew like cooking, they do it a few times a week. And I know how to make sandwiches."

"That isn't cooking, Eric. Didn't you pay attention to anything I taught you while you were growing up?"

"Sure, I learned not to get fucked close to the stove. And not to count on my fur as protection when frying anything."

His father chuckled.

"Please tell me you're not amused by the memory of being rushed to the company doctor when hot grease splattered on my cock."

Francis smiled even more. "No, although that was amusing, afterward. No, I was remembering trying to teach you and Eugene how to knead bread, and instead you ended up pushing him on the table and fucking him there. His cock in the dough."

Eric chuckled. "Yeah, that loaf of bread was a little sourer then the others."

"That might be why you never learned anything, any time I tried to teach you, it ended up in sex."

"Never heard you complain before," Eric grinned.

"Not this time, you're going to learn how to cook something today. I'm not going to have you rely on others to make actual food for my grandsons."

"If you say so, Dad," Eric grinned wider, "If you say so."

* * * * *

By the time his brothers arrived for dinner, there was a few roasted birds on the table, alone with light breads, a large bowl of soup. A variety of vegetables and three different sauces. Eric had no idea how any of it had been made. Anytime his father tried to show him, Eric distracted himself, and him, by either sucking him off, jerking him off, or fucking him. What he had noticed was that cum had ended up in most of the dishes.

The seating arrangement was much as it had been when they all lived them, half on one side, half on the other, as close as was comfortable so they could tease each other. It wasn't uncommon for one of them to have an orgasm while they ate.

Afterward, they sat on the floor of the backroom, and watched Eric's children crawl about. They snuggled there, digesting, and loving each other until they grew too tired. The babies went to their cribs, and they retired to Francis' extra-large bed, where the sex continued until they fell asleep.

The next day was much the same, except that Eric called William to check on the ship. Francis wouldn't let him get out of the house, Eric didn't argue.

Eric found the work was progressing along well, someone had given William a list of the people working on the ship and he acted as security. Uncle's idea, Eric guessed. Eric pestered the wolf and finally got it to admit he'd gone to a club after spending time with his sister's family, and that he'd gotten laid. After that Eric let him go and focused on his children.

His brother's left as soon as they had breakfast, which Edward prepared with their father. Not long after that, Samuel and Samson showed up, Samuel having brought one of his canid, and felid. The canid was a mixed breed he'd rescued a few years before, and the felid was a genetic recreation of a leopard, a breed that had existed before the war. He explained they were planing on introducing a family of them back to the wild in one of the park to study how they would impact the local ecology.

Francis didn't allow them in the house, not with the children there. Samuel insisted the two animals were perfectly safe, but Francis wouldn't hear of it. This led to an argument where Samuel pointed out that Francis would never ask Eric to just leave his kids outside. Eric brought it to an end by telling them he'd bring the kids on the porch.

He, Francis and Samson brought them and the babies loved the animals, who were well behaved around them, leading Samuel to smirk at Francis. At one point, the felid went to Samuel, rolled on his back, exposing its erection. The old tiger masturbated it until it came. He licked his hand clean while it cleaned itself, and then lied down for a nap.

Eric watched Samuel with an amused shake of the head. It was clear he enjoyed it, but Eric couldn't figure out why. Animals left him utterly indifferent.

It was only the four of them, and the kids, for the rest of the day. Eric's brothers had to deal with work. That night it was only Eric and his father in the large bed. Samuel wouldn't stay since he couldn't bring his animals on the bed, and Sam didn't want to let his brother brood home by himself.

The next morning, barely an hour after his father had given him a morning blowjob, someone buzzed the door. Being closest one to it, Eric answered it and was surprised to see Gerald there.

"Hey," the fennec said.

Eric eyed him, then looking around he saw a woman by a pink flier. "Hi, what are you doing here?"

"This is the meeting point, right?"

Eric frowned. "Meeting point? For what?"

"The picnic, of course."

Eric felt a sense of dread at those words.