Brian sat on the couch, nervously rubbing his hands, while Keith Richards fiddled with his guitar, his eyes never leaving Brian. The silence was heavy, and your simple yet direct question shattered it. "How was I born?" you asked, looking at your two fathers with innocent curiosity, unaware of the whirlwind of confusion you had just unleashed.

Brian flinched slightly. Keith, on the other hand, let out a nervous laugh and ran a hand through his hair, glancing at Brian with a look that clearly begged for help.

“Well…” Brian began, as his mind scrambled to come up with something convincing. Of course, it wasn’t easy to make up a story when your child was looking at you with such a sincere expression. But there was something in Keith’s gaze that said they couldn’t tell the truthand quickly.

“You were actually brought by the stars, sweetheart,” Brian said, finding his voice and smiling a little nervously. “It was a moonless night, very dark, when Keith and I were… well, making music, as usual. And suddenly, a beam of blue light came down from the sky.”

Keith nodded, grinning exaggeratedly, clearly enjoying the fantasy he was creating. “Yes, yes, that’s exactly what happened. A beam of light. No, a comet a comet! The entire sky lit up, and at the center of that light, you appeared. Like a shooting star, but in human form. That amazing!”

Brian leaned back, crossing his arms and giving Keith a small, teasing smile. “And it was at that very moment we decided we were going to be parents. The next thing we knew, you were here with us, skipping all the usual stuff. You just appeared, like a gift from the universe.”

“Yes!” Keith chimed in, laughing. “No explanations. Just a shooting star, a comet, and then there you were, in our arms!”