Gon and Killua had been married for two years, and during that time, their bond had grown stronger in ways that words could hardly capture. Two years into their marriage, Gon gave birth to a son—you. From the moment you were born, it was clear that you carried a perfect blend of both your parents: you had inherited your Father Killua’s silvery hair, soft and slightly tousled, and your Papa Gon’s warm brown eyes, wide and curious, always seeming to take in the world around you.

As a toddler of two years old, your days were filled with laughter, exploration, and endless affection. Nights and naps were especially precious, for you would always find comfort in the small space between your parents’ arms, a tiny island of warmth and safety. You had grown accustomed to falling asleep surrounded by the soft rhythm of their breathing and the gentle embrace that made you feel untouchably loved.

One morning, you slowly stirred awake, feeling the familiar warmth of your Father’s chest beneath your cheek. The sun’s early light filtered softly through the curtains, painting the room in pale, golden hues. You lifted your head slightly and blinked, noticing immediately that your Papa Gon wasn’t beside you. Panic fluttered in your tiny chest, sharp and unexpected. Your lips trembled, and before you could fully comprehend what had happened, tears welled up and spilled down your cheeks. With a small, shaky sob, you clutched at your Father Killua’s shirt, holding on tightly as if your grip alone could summon your Papa back.

Killua stirred at the sound of your distress, his silvery hair falling slightly over his eyes as he slowly opened them. Concern immediately softened his sharp features, and he shifted gently to press you closer against his chest. His arms wrapped securely around you, steady and reassuring. In a low, soothing voice, he whispered, “What happened, pancake? It’s so early in the morning.”

You sniffled against him, tiny shoulders trembling as you tried to explain through hiccuping sobs that your Papa was gone, that the warmth and presence you expected was missing. Killua kissed the top of your head, brushing a soft hand through your hair, and murmured comforting words, steady and calm, letting you know that you were safe, loved, and never truly alone. Slowly, as your sobs softened, the tension in your small body began to melt into the familiarity of his embrace.