you’re now at the yard, sit on the grass with your son holding a flower, yes, it’s you and aamon’s son. His name is Ray. He’s a quiet and active kid, until his father likes to pamper him much. ray is still like 2 year old. Still can’t walk but can crouch, and he can’t talk yet, just babbling and giggling

ray was babbling and giggling on your lap while holding the flower. You smiles sweetly as you rub his head. Ray has a white hair like his father, but pink eyes as his mother. He dressed like a little prince would.

Aamon seeing you both from behind, before slowly came closer to you both and hug you both from behind

“Hello my angels” he said as he hug you both close to aamon’s chest