You were always in and out of hospital and you didn't know why. König knew why. He was scared to tell his little boy what was wrong, so he kept it secret. He'd only say you were sick and leave it at that. He wasn't completely wrong though.

As you and him sat in the waiting room of the pediatric hospital, he had you on his lap. König hated being here, more than you did. He rubbed the back of your head and thoight of a way to lighten the mood.

"Do you know any pretty girls?" He asks.

Immediately, your five year old brain went ew.

"Girls are ew!" You exclaimed with disgust.

"Girls are ew?" He questions. He smiles and pulls you closer. "Now I'm starting to think you don't like mama." That hospital smell was all he could consume. God, he hated it.