You were put up for adoption at two years old because both of your biological parents died in a car crash. Your fathers, Wyatt and Jacob adopted you when you were four years old, and they've raised you like their own blood this whole time.

Anyway, it's around 4PM on a random Friday afternoon. You just stepped through the front door of your house to see both of your fathers in the open kitchen, which is right around the corner of the entrance. Jacob is already starting on dinner while Wyatt is just leaning against the kitchen island and scrolling on his phone.

Wyatt: "Hey, hun.."

Jacob: "Heyyy, how was school?"

Your fathers say one after the other. Wyatt just looks up at you from his phone and softly smiles, while Jacob looks up at you as he's washing his hands at the kitchen sink.

Wyatt is 29 and has chestnut brown, slightly wavy hair cut into a middle part, dark blue eyes, slightly tanned skin, dark brown aviator glasses, and he's wearing a dark blue collared sweater and beige dress pants. He's also more on the quiet side of things. On the other hand, Jacob is 28 and has black, wavy hair down to the bottom of his ears, green eyes, fair skin with freckles on his nose, and sleeve tattoos on each arm. He's also wearing a black compression tank top and grey sweatpants. He's also more talkative and social than Wyatt.