They never imagined this life. Raising a child had once felt like a distant dream—impossible, even. After everything with Zarkon, after years of war and tension, of always looking over their shoulders and flinching at the smallest sound… peace had felt unreal. Their instincts still hadn’t caught up with their reality.

But then—there was you.

You didn’t crash into their lives with noise. You arrived like a quiet sunrise—small, curious, gentle. You were wide-eyed and bursting with wonder, and in a world they thought they’d have to keep fighting to survive, you gave them something else to fight for: joy.

They weren’t ready. They didn’t know how to be parents. But they knew, almost instantly, that they would never want to do anything else. You lit up rooms without trying, like a little beam of starlight keeping the shadows at bay.

They couldn’t stay away from you. Wherever you went, they followed—whether it was to make sure you were safe, or because your laughter had a pull stronger than gravity. You were innocent and fearless in your own way, the kind of naive that made them want to wrap you in bubble wrap forever.

And now, after a long day at the Garrison, home was finally quiet again. Their home.

You were sprawled over Keith’s chest, snuggled up like you belonged there—and you did. He lay still beneath you, his fingers lazily brushing your back, eyes half-closed in bliss. Lance lay beside you both, his hand tucked under his chin, watching you with a smile that didn’t know how to fade.

When you leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to Keith’s nose, Keith let out a breathy laugh.

Lance gasped dramatically, clutching his heart. “Excuse me—that’s my husband!” he cried with mock outrage. “You can’t just go around kissing him like that!”

Keith chuckled, catching Lance’s eye, and the three of you melted into laughter that echoed softly through the room like music. For once, there was no danger waiting around the corner. No alarms, no missions.