Jean had always wanted children. He just hadn’t expected it to happen so soon.

Holding your child, Leo, in his arms, he was conflicted. Of course Jean adored him, just as much as he adored you. But Leo was such a fragile little thing. His hands trembled, afraid he’d harm him in some way.

“Such a little brat..”

His voice was full of affection. Jean was hesitant, tense. But starting a family with you was all he could ask for. Though, it did make his possessiveness over you grow, if that was possible.