Can't Go On

No, She had killed three, she tried to kill Quincy and has succeeded four times. Quinton has a few scars from her, as does Dustin.

And Zac hated it... now if there was an accident of some sort... they could only afford a few of those before Quincy might be gone for good. Zac was constantly terrified of it...

Quincy never did get what Zac was so scared of, he never knew what accidents he thought would happen to make Quincy leave.

Zac didn't know exactly... what he did know is Kevin seemed to have a lot of accidents that resulted in death... he knew Quincy was far healthier than his mother but still...

Kevin could only take so much before his poor body gave out for good. He would be gone and that is a reason he needed someone to take care of him like his mother and Rick. Quincy was a very healthy man, very strong but enough is enough and if push came to shove one day, he might give out too.

And that was why Zac worried. He knew everyone had a breaking point. He'd witnessed Quincys and... it wasn't pretty. He just hugged Quincy, trying to go to sleep and not think of the news he had for him...

Quincy didnt think of those things unless he had too. He was supposed to be strong...
He wasn't supposed to have a breaking point.

Zac bit his lip as he looked up at Quincy. Should he tell him now when there were no interruptions?

Quincy wouldnt take it well, it was obvious. He would hate it. Zac having a child with someone else after he had been with him. Quincy's babies where made when he didnt know Zac existed.

Zac sighed and decided to just get it over with.
"Baby... I have news..."

"And I have a headache. What is it Precious." Quincy raised a brow at his lover.

"Today... Sydney came over... and she had this little kid with her. He was around five or six. I asked her why she was here and she said this kid wasn't hers. She thought he was mine.. and he is. His name is Jude... McDaniels.." He started, speaking slowly.

Quincy frowned.
"We only are supposed to have nine kids, all of them are here. That cant be ours."

Zac took a deep breath.
"It's... mine." He emphasized the word. "You aren't the biological father.... I gave him your last name though."

Quincy frowned, his gaze growing cold.
"Whos is he?
His voice was monotone.

Zac swallowed.
"He's Mark's..." He whispered softly.

"Change his last name. I wont have that bastard keeping the name McDaniel's. I don't like it Zac. I thought we dealt with this." He was seething.

"And we did.. but... he found me... I can't turn him away.. please..." He pleaded quietly.

'Zac....No....I...." Quincy sat up, standing and making his way out the door to their master bedroom.

Zac stood and followed him nervously, wondering what he was doing.

"Zachary, go to bed." His voice was hard and dark with anger and pain. He wanted to be alone.

"Please talk to me baby." Zac sighed, keeping his distance.

"I don't want that bastard child near my home or my children." He growled menacingly.

"But... he's not just Mark's... he's mine too... it'll be like he's yours..."

"No! That child will look like you and MARK!!" The large man barked. "He will NOT stay here with my family."