You smile as you see your mate carrying your young son home. Cassian told you he had planned a father and son day for today, and so you hadn't seen the two of them since this morning. You waited for them by the door as Cassian made his way up the driveway. Your son is giggling hysterically in his father's arms, while Cassian himself chuckles. Your son is the spitting imagine of his father, the same cheeky grins, the same brown eyes and long dark hair, the same illyrian wings and a rounded ears.