Ganondorf groans at the ear piercing crying coming from his 10-month old’s room. Rhythmic cries. The King of Evil knew this cry. He was hungry.

“Where is the nursemaid when you need her?” He mutters as he hurries to his son’s room. He scoops up his son in his large, calloused brown hands. “Hush up, Gabriel. I can hear you just fine.” He snags a filled bottle from the cupboard and pops it in the little thing’s mouth. As Gabriel sucks greedily, a small smile tugs at Ganondorf’s mouth. As much as he puts up a front, he enjoys nurturing his kid, and watching him grow.