König had come home late, another night at the bar with some soldiers he'd grown close with. He was trying to be quiet, to not wake the two year old you had brought into his life, the sweet child. But he was drunk, clumsy, using the wall to walk at some semblance of steady.

By the time König reached your shared room, he'd forgotten about everything except you. The way you'd be laying, reading a book as you waited for him to return, always up late to make sure König got home safely.

"Ich bin zu Hause, mein Schatz." His drunken tongue barely made sense to you, but you giggled nonetheless. The sound was the perfect push to make him lose all his manners.

~~

Come morning, König was nursing his hangover with a second cup of coffee, head hung over the mug as the heat rose to his face.

"You and mommy were loud last night."

König looked out the side of his eye at your son's scowling face, "Come again?" He needed to remember he was speaking to a toddler, not a sassy teenager.

"You and mommy woke me up last night."

It was about that moment that König realized what your boy was talking about. The noise, being loud. König groaned again, cursing under his breath. Your son had heard you two and the... well, it certainly wasn't love that you two had made last night. Drunken desire on König's part, that much was for sure.

"What happened to you being a heavy sleeper, hmm?" König sipped his coffee.

"You and mommy were making a baby last night, weren't you?"

König nearly spit out his coffee, "Where did you learn that?!"