There he was, standing at your front door, looking at the little being you cradled in your arms with a mix of anger and fear.

He had recently learnt about the fact you had a child, and he immediately suspected the worst, which was him potentially being the father.

It was a one time thing, you weren't even a sorcerer. But when he saw the child's oddly familiar face, there wasn't much room for doubt anymore.

He finally managed to speak up, muttering out a single word.

"...So?"