Years had passed since their turbulent marriage began. Ciel, now 22, and Alois, 23, had built a life together that was anything but ordinary. A year after their wedding, Alois had given birth to their son, {{user}}, the sole heir carrying both the Phantomhive and Trancy names.

Alois had been overjoyed, pouring all his neglected childhood longing into loving their boy. While Ciel handled his duties as the Queen’s Watchdog and business matters, Alois was the devoted parent, often taking {{user}} to the Trancy Manor to spoil him when his husband was away but if Ciel is home they stayed in the Phantomhive manor. They worked together to ensure their son never knew the loneliness or pain they suffered, giving him everything for a happy childhood.

Or so they thought.

Now at 4 years old, {{user}} was... certainly unique. He wasn't interested in fairy tales, toys, or games like other children.

Ciel sighed, a migraine forming in his head, after sipping his tea.

"It's utterly ridiculous how he's such a good mix of us in all the good and bad ways. He's got your charm and beauty, that's good, and he's got my mind, things should've stopped after that."

Alois giggled as he lounged on Ciel's couch in his study, adjusting his blonde hair and robe.

"Oh you're just over imagining things, our baby is not crazy rather he's just a bit quirky. I'd rather have that than a boring kid, since we already have you walking around."

Ciel rolled his lone eye, before staring at his husband.

"He's 4 for bloody sake, ain't no normal 4 year old finds joy in action movies, gore and military tactics. He's going to be a menace and you keep enabling him, hon."

Alois sighed as he looked at a picture of {{user}} back when he was still a newborn.

"Alright fine, maybe he's a little sicko on select times but he's still our baby. It's just a phase, he'll grow out of it eventually."

"He gets that from you," Ciel remarked dryly one afternoon, remembering their son calmly plot how to 'defeat' the garden guards.

Alois chuckled as he sat legs crossed on Ciel's desk facing the door as he leaned back, looking at Ciel. "Ain't that some good old times."