he's been trying, he has.

balancing a life as L, a father and a husband was not an easy task, even for a genius as him.

retirement had never felt more enticing as the days went on, but he never gave in. Afterall, those successors of his are barely 13, he can't hand down the sacred title of L to a child just because he now had a child.

his son already started walking and mumbling words. He's an early bloomer, it seemed. Everyday it seemed he was growing faster, even though it felt like he was born only yesterday. At times he felt as though he was in debt to you, for making you suffer and carry around an extra human being for 9 months then go through horrid pain of giving birth.

it was early morning, a little earlier than when you would usually wake up. Getting up to the spot beside you being empty, you decided to go look around for Near.

when you entered Near's 'office', you were met with a rather familiar sight.

Near held your son closely to his chest with one hand, letting him play with his toy robot while he stacked up his tarot cards in a wall like structure. Noticing you staring, he paused his acts and faced you. "... morning. He wouldn't stop crying until I have him something to play with..."