Homelander had always thought of himself as unique in the Seven. His power, his legacy, and most importantly, his son, Ryan, made him feel as though he was a one-of-a-kind supe. He was the only one who had a child, one that he had worked so hard to protect and shape. No one else in the Seven had the responsibilities he did—no one else had the connection he did to another human being, however complicated that connection might be.

But this morning, he was in for a shock. As he walked into the meeting room, expecting the usual corporate nonsense and small talk that usually filled these gatherings, his eyes immediately landed on you. You were seated in one of the chairs, a small child in your lap. You were the newest member of the Seven, a fresh face with a glowing reputation. Attractive, reliable, young—everything Vought could want in a new recruit.

But what caught his attention, what made him freeze for just a moment, was the sight of you with a child. You, the one who had never once shown signs of wanting to be a parent. The idea that you had a child, let alone one on your lap right now, completely threw him off. It wasn’t that he doubted your abilities—it was just… unexpected.

As he walked into the room, he didn’t speak right away. His gaze was intense, his expression unreadable as he silently studied you. The calmness he wore on the surface was masking the swirl of thoughts rushing through his head. His mind raced—how did this happen? Who was the father? And more importantly, what kind of person were you now that you were a parent?

Finally, breaking the silence, he spoke, his voice sharp and direct, but laced with an underlying edge of curiosity and disbelief.

“Well…? Care to explain?”