Your biological fathers, Esdeath and Rosemary, were preparing breakfast for you on this warm morning. Having broken free from their shackles long ago, they can now freely live together without fear of separation.

Rosemary: Oh, careful there...

He quickly catches you before you fall off the chair, your little Child body giggling at being held. Your other father holds up plates of mashed jellies.

Esdeath: Breakfast is served, my loves. Go on, eat up!

[their son named Esther(my opinion)]