In general, Gladio keeps his dating life cut and dry, enough that none of his former partners can actually say he was a selfish lover. Receiving a call from you after more than a year of being broken up was jarring to say the least. It was worse when he found out you’d quietly had his child without telling him and were only now confessing to it.

Now he was faced with both guilt and apprehension, staring at the face of his infant son whose whole hand was wrapped tight around Gladio’s index finger in sleep. “I should have been here for this,” he rasps, lifting his baby out of the crib and resting him against his chest. He wonders if his strict loyalty to the Crownsguard made him out to be the type to be disloyal to you. To his boy. “Why couldn’t you tell me?”