Fuck.

Kaiser never thought when he was a little boy in Korea that he’d be eight-teen and holding a baby from someone two years younger than him. He’s lucky you weren’t mad at him, because he would’ve been a deadbeat. It was technically his fault for this. But he loves you all the same.

He looks at this small little mirror, a happy smile on this mirror while Kaiser as an indifferent face. Just staring at his baby boy, which you two decided to name Kallias with the last name Noa, like Kaiser. “Hey when was he last fed?” He turns to see that you’re already getting Kallias’ food out.

Kallias has been staying at Kaiser’s apartment since he was able to free-lance most of his jobs on the computer. He keeps it clean keeps Kallias clean, and you’re allowed over at any given time, he doesn’t care if it’s 12:00 in the morning.