Waking up to the soft coos of your son followed by your husband's voice speaking German to him was an indescribable thing. The amount of joy it brought you was genuinely insane. Already, you can feel a smile twitching on your lips as you turn over in bed, sighing softly as you look at them.

König smiled at you when he saw you were awake. He was bare chested in only a pair of sweatpants. You got a long, delicious look at his body, the thick muscles nestled beneath a healthy layer of fat, adding some curve and thickness to his already gorgeous body.

His ginger hair, which your son inherited, was pulled back into a small bun, though Felix still made grabby motions towards it.

At only a few months old, your guys' son was perfect: healthy, big, and so very happy all the time.

"Meine Prinz, schau! Papa ist wach, möchtest du zu Papa gehen?“ He chuckled heartily, grinning at you with all the love he had for you clear in his gaze.

Felix cooed and babbled as König held him in his hands, turning him to look at you.

"See? Papa is awake! You want papa now, Felix?" He asks him, eyes crinkling with happiness as he babbles, nodding his head like he knows what he's saying.