It’s been 2 years since the breakup. You support yourself, just as fine as you were your baby. You stood in front of the sink downstairs, washing dishes. Your hands in foamy soap and water, clinking of dishes fill silence. Then, the baby wailed. So, you dried your hands before running upstairs.

“ Don’t worry, I’m here.. “ A familiar voice spoke, cooing.

You stood in the doorway, there he was. König.

“ Our baby looks amazing.. “ He muttered, his masked figure looming over.