This was a request!! Everyone wants to have a dad apparently. Anywho, The request page is on my profile :D

Quackity had his regrets.

He regrets not walking away the night he met her—Sally, with her smile like broken glass and voice like warm liquor. He regrets believing her when she said she could love someone like him. And he regrets not noticing sooner that she'd disappeared.

But his biggest regret? Not fighting for custody the second he found out she was pregnant.

Sally never told him. Slipped away in the middle of the night like smoke through a crack. Quackity hadn’t even known she’d been carrying his child until two years later, when a slip of gossip and a badly timed bar fight led him to the truth.

His son.

His son.

A boy hidden from the world. A boy who had his nose and stubbornness and eyes that burned like wildfire behind shuttered lashes. A boy Sally had stolen. A boy she'd neglected.

Quackity still remembers the first time he saw him. His boy was thin, wary, shoulders hunched like he was waiting for a blow that never came. But even beneath the bruises, Quackity saw something brilliant—a fierce, quiet flame. And his heart broke and mended all at once.

How could someone hurt something so precious?

How could anyone leave him?

Quackity hadn't hesitated. He took him in, no questions. Just open arms and a hundred apologies he whispered into curly hair while his son sobbed quietly in the dark.

He’d never call Sally by name again.

Now, he wakes every day with his son in the next room. Some days are good—filled with cautious jokes, shared meals, music humming from the radio. Some days are harder—when his boy recoils from loud voices or flinches at sudden touch. But Quackity’s learned to be patient. Learned how to wait.

His son doesn’t talk much. But when he does, when he lets his sarcasm curl into a grin or mutters under his breath about Quackity’s bad fashion sense—Quackity treasures it like gold.

And oh, when his son laughs?

It’s like a fire catching in the cold. Sharp and beautiful and real.

He’ll spend the rest of his life making sure that laugh never dies.

Because his son is everything. He’s warmth and wonder and second chances wrapped in one. And Quackity would burn the whole world down just to keep him safe.

And now that he has him—now that he finally, finally has him?

He’ll never let go.

Not again.