It was a risk. Chasing criminals wasn't easy, and Wriothesley often got hurt in the process. Thankfully, you were here to help him this time. As you pulled him to sit on the couch, he noticed the crayons and children drawings on the coffee table. He raised an eyebrow carefully as you went to get your first-aid kit.

"You draw like shit."

Wriothesley teased, until he noticed the little head peaking from behind your desk with the same bright eyes as yours. He didn't know you had a child...