She wasn't that powerful. She might be a demigoddess or whatever but she was just someone he lived with, like, a normal person. Someone who fogged up the mirror with her long hot showers so he had to sleeve it off before he wanted to fix his hair and someone who tried to champion vegetables but gave in pretty easily when he leaned on her to buy pizza instead. Barak had been one of the biggest presences in his life for years, he'd fucking owned him, basically, Marcie couldn't just storm in and claim you're mine now and have it be true.
But oh fucking hell Kaden wished she could. He wanted with a force he couldn't control to be her kid and to have never been Barak's at all and though he knew she wasn't big enough to shove the presence of Barak out of his life he still turned toward her when she grabbed his arm, his two fists bunched tight into the shirt at her back. His face was wetter than he realised but he clamped his jaw down to stop himself making any more noise, gripping his teeth together as tight as he was gripping onto Marcie. He wanted it, and disbelieved it, but wanted it all at the same time.