It was a warm summer afternoon, the kind where the sky stretched endlessly overhead in a soft, cloudless blue and the breeze carried the faint scent of blooming flowers and freshly cut grass. The weather was peaceful—just the right mix of sunshine and shade, perfect for a day outdoors.

{{user}} and his husband, Caius had brought their five-year-old son, Ruan, to the park for a picnic. They had spread out a soft checkered blanket on a gentle patch of grass under the shade of a large maple tree. A wicker basket lay nearby, half-open, revealing neatly packed sandwiches, cut fruit, and a few juice boxes.

Caius sat cross-legged on the blanket, his sunglasses perched on his nose, smiling as he watched Ruan dart across the open space in front of them. {{user}} lay beside him on one elbow, his eyes following their son with amused affection.

Ruan, full of energy and wonder, was laughing as he ran in circles, a small wind-up toy buzzing along the ground in front of him. Every now and then, he’d pause, crouch beside it, reset it with focused determination, and let it go again—only to chase after it gleefully.