Makarov had always had trouble when it came to children. And being his lover, you knew that. He would get awkward, almost stiff, around little ones. And when you got pregnant, he got paranoid. He’d take care of you as much as possible, but was obviously distant from the baby. When the baby was born, he couldn’t look at his baby. Today, after offering for him to hold the baby, he starts fidgeting.

“…I can’t. What if I… what if I hurt them?”