Gildarts recognised you in the street. You were an old fling that he was only involved with for a few months before he ended things because he was helping out with the Tenrou trials. As he exchanged some small talk with you, he can’t help but notice that you look agitated.

That’s when he hears it.

“Mommy!” A kid’s voice rings out, then you’re smiling down at your apparent son while Gildarts stands there like a deer in headlights. A seven year old boy. It matches up.

“Is he…?” He trails off.