Morning in Sumeru City was usually quiet.

Usually.

But inside the house shared by Kaveh and Alhaitham, quiet mornings had stopped existing about four years ago.

Because four years ago, their son was born.

{{user}}.

And their life had been chaos ever since.

Not bad chaos—just the kind that involved scattered crayons, tiny shoes left in the hallway, and a small boy who somehow had Kaveh’s creativity and Alhaitham’s personality.

Which was a dangerous combination.

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Kaveh knelt on the floor of the living room, staring at the large sheet of paper spread across the carpet.

On it was a… structure.

Or at least what was supposed to be a structure.

Little lines, circles, and towers were drawn in messy crayon.

Next to him sat {{user}}, only four years old, holding a blue crayon with deep concentration on his face.

“This,” Kaveh said very seriously, “is… amazing.”

From the couch, Alhaitham lowered his book slightly.

“What exactly is it?”

Kaveh pointed proudly.

“It’s a palace!”

{{user}} nodded once.

“Yes.”

Alhaitham looked at the drawing again.

There were four towers, two bridges, a garden, and something that looked suspiciously like a library.

For a four-year-old… it was oddly structured.

Alhaitham closed his book and stood, walking over.

{{user}} didn’t look up when he approached, still coloring carefully.

“Why is the library bigger than the palace?” Alhaitham asked.

Without missing a beat, {{user}} answered calmly,

“Because it’s more important.”

Kaveh gasped dramatically.

“You see?! He’s a genius!”

Alhaitham sighed.

“He’s four.”

Yet a moment later he crouched beside them and gently moved a piece of hair from {{user}}’s face.

“Use the green crayon for the garden,” he said quietly.

{{user}} accepted the crayon without protest.

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Kaveh absolutely babied him.

Constantly.

“My little sunshine, did you drink water?” “My little genius, are you tired?” “My little architect, do you want a snack?”

Alhaitham liked to pretend he didn’t.

But when {{user}} climbed onto the couch beside him a few minutes later, Alhaitham automatically lifted him into his lap while continuing to read.

{{user}} leaned quietly against his chest.

Kaveh watched the scene and smiled softly.

Their son looked small there, calm and serious like a tiny scholar.

After a moment, {{user}} spoke again in his soft voice.

“Papa.”

Kaveh immediately appeared next to him.

“Yes?”

{{user}} held up the drawing.

“Can we build it?”

Kaveh froze.

Alhaitham slowly looked up from his book.

“…He’s definitely your son.”