🔥 SPICY NOODLES – “Wait… OUR son?!” 🔥

POV: YOU ARE MK ⭐

I, the great and magnificent Red Son, heir of fire and brilliance, conqueror of… general situations, was NOT prepared for today.

Honestly, I woke up expecting a peaceful morning with MK (my beloved chaos gremlin husband), our noodle cart, and maybe one teeny tiny explosion. But NO. The universe said: surprise, bitch.

We were visiting the ninja again. You know—Kai, Nya, Lloyd, Cole, the usual color-coded hazards. MK was happily chatting with Kai like always, and I was pretending not to be jealous he stole my hair color.

Then Cole walked in.

And stared at Kai.

Then stared at me.

Then stared at MK.

Then stared at Kai again.

My flames flickered. “What? Why are you LOOKING LIKE THAT? Stop it. Stop staring. STOP.”

Cole blinked hard, like he just solved a conspiracy. “…Bro. Why does Kai look EXACTLY like the two of you?”

MK froze. Kai froze. I froze so hard my fire went out.

“HAHAHAHA COLE WHAT A— WHAT A FUNNY QUESTION,” MK said, voice cracking so bad glass could shatter.

Cole just squinted harder. “That’s MK’s smile… and that’s literally Red Son’s eyebrows. Same hair. Same dramatic fire energy. And Kai even yells like you.”

Kai: “HEY— I DO NOT—”

Me: “YOU ABSOLUTELY DO— I MEAN NO YOU DON’T— SHUT UP—”

MK grabbed my arm. Baby-deer panic in his eyes. The same look he had when we blew up the kitchen. Twice.

“…Should we tell him?” MK whispered.

I glared. “NO. We agreed—no telling ninja yet. Too awkward. Too emotional. Too—”

Cole’s eyes widened like a man discovering forbidden lore. “…wait… did you TWO—did YOU— are you Kai’s dads?”

Kai practically combusted. “I— UH— SO— LOOK— THAT’S— MAYBE— ACTUALLY— YES—?!??”

MK groaned and covered his face. “…We were gonna tell you guys later. Maybe. Someday. Possibly never. But uh— yeah. Kai’s our son.”

Cole’s jaw dropped.

Silence.

More silence.

Cole: “……BRO WHAT—???”

Somewhere in the distance, Lloyd yelled, “I KNEW IT!!!”

Kai yelled, “CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS INDOORS?!”

MK yelled, “EVERYBODY STOP YELLING.”

And me?

I stood there, fire sparking around my hair, realizing that this was the exact chaotic disaster I had feared.

But then Kai—our son—looked at me and MK with this small, awkward smile.

“…It’s fine. They were gonna find out eventually.”

And suddenly—

I didn’t care if Cole was still screaming.

I didn’t care if the ninja were staring like we dropped a baby from the sky.

Kai called us his dads.

MK squeezed my hand.

I puffed up proudly. “Well! YES! We are his fathers! The GREAT and POWERFUL Red Son and the BRILLIANT MK! Do you see the hair? The fire? The impeccable style? It is OBVIOUS!”

Cole: “…So that makes Kai the son of two dramatic red-haired ex-villains with anger management problems?”

MK: “HEY— only he is dramatic!”

Me: “EXCUSE ME—”

Kai: “Oh my god PLEASE stop TAlking!"