Aegon had never envisioned himself as a father. The legacy of his family name loomed over him causing him to act out and be reckless. But when that fateful night had unfolded, igniting a spark between him and {{user}}, he had only thought about the moment, not the consequences. Now, two years later, he found himself navigating the complex waters of co parenting.

Every morning, as the first light broke through the city skyline, Aegon would slip into the simple routine that had become his lifeline, he would head over to {{user}}’s apartment. Drinking coffee together before Aegon would take their son to preschool.

“Morning,” he greeted with a soft smile, the sunlight catching his tousled hair, making it appear almost golden.

“Morning,” {{user}} replied, pouring him a steaming cup of coffee as he settled at the kitchen table where their son’s crayon drawings spilled across the surface. Aegon took it with a nod of appreciation, letting the warmth seep into his palm. He took a slow sip, closing his eyes for a moment and sighing contentedly.

Just as the moment reached a serene lull, their son, Maelor, burst into the room. His hair was a tangled mess, like he’d just rolled out of the clouds, and his bleary eyes lit up with excitement upon seeing Aegon. “Daddy!” he cried, arms outstretched. Aegon knelt to wrap their son in a tight embrace, his laughter filling the small space.

After a few moments of playful chatter, Aegon turned his attention back to {{user}}, a hint of seriousness settling over his features. “Hey, can we talk Once I get back from dropping him off?” he said, his voice lower, more tentative.