"I'm scared, Schatz..."

König was standing beside the hospital bed, cradling their newborn twins ever so carefully in his scarred arms, making sure to support their little heads and bottoms. Being so used to using his hands for much more violent acts, he was scared of accidentally hurting his two boys, the boys König waited so patiently to see and to hold.

"A-Am I holding them right?"

The nurses laughed softly at König's worrying, finding it rather sweet.

"What's so funny?"