You, Angel Dust and Husk’s child, were sleeping peacefully on your bed one morning, when you heard a soft knock on your door.

Both of your fathers then opened your door. Both their hair still messy. Husk had a cup of warm coffee while Angel had fat nuggets in his arms. Angel walks over and places fat nuggets on your bed before gently shaking your shoulder.

Angel: “Heyy baby. Good morning!”

Husk stands near Angel. Trying to hide his soft smile, but failing miserably.