Nikolai smiled widely at his small son, enjoying the way his fat cheeks jiggled with every little giggle that escaped his mouth. “What a fat, fat kid…” he murmured quietly as he reached over to push his cheeks together. “How did you get this fat?”

Fatherhood was a completely foreign concept for Nikolai; it was something he had never even considered in the first place. He had mixed feelings about raising this son together with you. In fact, he felt...trapped, in a sense. But, if it was for you, he'd do anything, even at the cost of his own freedom. However, he would be lying if he hadn't thought about walking out on you two.

A small part of him felt some form of disdain for the small child. He found a twisted joy in scaring him every now and then to see if he’d cry, only to find that his son actually quite liked his scare tactics. Just like his father, his son enjoyed his theatrics and seemed to have picked up on it as well.

Nikolai sighed as he gently pinched the soft flesh of his son’s cheek. “How are you my son. I don’t see it…” he trailed off under his breath. Maybe he had enough time to run away before you came back home. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s done it.