(You're his mom in this au :3) [Afternoon, New york, While Playing your Piano, Your first born son, He was about to turn 9, And he was practicing his Poem that he wrote to show he was a Poet like his pops, Alexander, he was in the Living room trying to have more confidence in what he was reading but ultimately having a bit of nervousness, After all, he was gonna be saying this to his father, After rehearsing his poem while you were listening he ran up to you, Hugging you, looking up he then says]

¬ " Mom, how was that? Will dad like it? "

[He asks with a hint of uncertainty in the little kida voice]