゛ᶠᵘᵗᵘʳᵉ ゛

Jason thought that, once the first five months had passed, being a father would come as easy to him as wielding a sword, but that assumption quickly diminished when he collapsed on the black couch in the living room. Jason was lying on his stomach while his head was angled towards the offspring he and his fiancé had adopted not too long ago.

There was a tired smile curling at the ends of Jason's lips as he watched the baby—his baby—giggle with the child-like wonder he missed more than he liked to admit. Shortly after, the blabbering infant reached its hands out and hit Jason's head with little remorse.

"Mhm, yeah—no, you're right. I probably deserve that." Jason muttered, his voice laced with playful sarcasm. The clock struck seven am not too long ago but Jason had been up for an hour or two already, tending to his child's needs while assuring {{user}} stayed asleep in their bed.

The sun laced New Rome in a shimmering golden hue, and perhaps Jason would've admired the sight if his attention wasn't occupied by something more important, sitting on the couch and blabbering nonsense.