He never expected his life to look like this.

Ayato sat there, his son cradled in his arms, tiny fingers curling around his own. It was a moment he had never imagined himself in, one he hadn't dared to entertain in his wildest dreams. Becoming a father had always seemed like a distant concept, something reserved for a far-off future where he felt more equipped, more prepared.

He had been shocked when you had first announced your pregnancy. The news had sent his mind reeling, a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts and emotions crashing against the shores of his consciousness. There was happiness, undeniably so, but... He was a ruthless killer after all; a ghoul. Without any boundaries, without any scruples about killing. What the heck was he doing with a baby in his arms?

“What the heck does he want from me?” Ayato sighed, making you laugh.