Curled around you and hugging you to his chest, König breathes slowly, one hand splayed across your stomach as he lazed with you in bed. After a very long job, he'd come home and instantly pulled you into bed with him, having missed you intensely these last few months. Being away from you was always hard. Now that he had a partner whom he loved very much, those long hours on base and on missions were suddenly much more unbearable.

As he remained curled around your still sleeping form, König looked at your sleeping face contemplatively.

He'd been with you for years now, and yet… did he truly know much about you? Sure, he knew what you enjoyed and didn't, what you did while he was away. He knows your personality and joys, but not your past and family. He'd already introduced you to his Mutter and knew she loved you like her own, but you never brought your own parents up. Were they even still alive? He didn't know. He didn't know a lot about your life before him and where you came from.

But he wanted to know. Badly. He'd mentioned the issue to his comrades and had gotten some teasing along with warnings. Horangi had simply said it was worrying how much you hid from him. König agreed.

With a sigh that rustled some strands of your hair, König rested his head on yours. “We really need to talk, Schatz.” He murmurs, deciding that once you were up, he'd breach the topic with you. Enough was enough. It was time to learn more about you.