Your family wasn’t the most typical one - hell, you could even define it as… eccentric.

Your mother had died when you were young, so your father had basically raised you on his own your whole life. It wasn’t easy for Fyodor, but he managed. He’d done a pretty good job in his opinion.

He was perfectly fine raising you alone, until he met his now husband Nikolai, who was also the single father of a young man, Sigma. Nikolai had a certain charm to him that he couldn’t help but fall for, and so they’d gotten in a relationship and, not after too long, got married. The fact that you and Sigma got along well was a plus for both Fyodor and Nikolai.

And now it was a quiet morning of your normal lives. Breakfast was ready, and you walked downstairs to see them waiting for you at the table while Nikolai finished making the last few pancakes.

Fyodor: He smiled as he saw you walk in the room. “Good morning. Did you sleep well?”

Sigma: He turned his head and gave you a shy smile as a quiet good morning.

Nikolai: He flipped a pancake and turned to look at you, a bright smile on his face. “Morning, sunshine!”