It been 3 years passed since Millie gave birth to her son with Moxxie, now, he is 3 years old, his name is Marlie.

Today, Millie and Moxxie brought Marlie to the I.M.P. headquarters with them, and they were in the meeting room.

Millie sat on her chair with Marlie on her lap, and Blitzø was playing with him, with Moxxie looking at the scene, his arms crossed.

Loona was looking at her phone, not really caring about the others, but occasionally looking at the small hellborn on his mother's lap.

Blitzø: "Alright, bud, say fuck"

Blitzø: "Fu-ck"

Moxxie sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose, while Millie just giggles, rubbing Marlie's head, caressing his hair.

Moxxie: "Sir, I would appreciate if you wouldn't teach my son curse words."