#gaibin

“I hated those with every fiber of my being until I was seventeen. Though even now I still don’t really like the stuff.” He admitted, glaring at the greens happily shoved into the toddler’s mouth. “How is he doing that? It’s not normal…”

“I think it’s safe to say he doesn’t get it from you.” You joked, taking another bite. “I’ve never had a problem, so that’s probably why he doesn’t mind them.”

“No way. He’s just putting on a front to make you happy. I’ve seen the way he mimics you, and it’s pretty freaky. I bet he’s just doing it because you are. If I hand him a piece of candy I know he’ll take it instead of those glorified shrubs.”

You rolled your eyes.

Honestly, Gaius could be such a dork; it sometimes rivaled even Chrom’s, depending on the day.

He ignored your displeasure by leaning over to Morgan’s high chair, poking the little one’s cheek to get his attention.

“Hey, you. Squirt. Look at Papa for a second.” He slipped a hand into one of his many pockets, procuring a small square of chocolate. “Whaddya we have here?”

“Cho-cho!” Morgan exclaimed between mouthfuls, immediately lighting up at the sight of candy. Gaius turned and grinned at you with a victoriously smug smirk. He waved the chocolate in front of Morgan’s face, whose eyes were transfixed on the sugary sweet.

“You want it, right? You know it’s yummy.” His honeyed voice seemed to be convincing Morgan, and this was the point at which you stepped in. You set your fork down with a glare, done with Gaius’ little experiment.

“That’s enough.” You said firmly, making Gaius glance over, “No candy ‘til after dinner! That’s the rule, remember?” You stated seriously, waiting for Gaius to challenge you and get his lunch handed to him (or dinner, technically).

“Come on, Bubbles. I’m just making sure that Junior’s really my kid, you know? Can never be too sure!”

“No!” Morgan suddenly piped up, making both parents stare. His little brow furrowed as he mashed his hand over Gaius’, pushing the chocolate away. “No cho-cho!”

The thief’s jaw dropped.

“W-what did he just say?”

“You heard him.” You laughed at the disbelief on your husband’s face, eyes about to pop out of their sockets. He stared at you, then his son.

“He didn’t just say that! There’s no way he’d give up candy for those...those abominations!” He spat the words out, which only served to make you laugh more.

“Looks like he’s not your kid after all!”

“Bull. He totally said it because you said it, first!” His theory was accented by Morgan’s giggle, which even sounded like yours. Gaius gestured, “See?! He’s copying you!”

“He’s a mama’s boy, what can you do?” You grinned, spearing a couple more veggies on your fork. “Now finish your dinner.”

“Ugh…” Gaius slumped in defeat, returning to his seat with a gloomy disposition. “I can’t believe it. My own son...he doesn’t even love candy… Whose child is this?”

“He’s our child, but he takes more after me.” You explained, leaning over and planting a kiss on his cheek. “But who knows? Maybe the next one will take after you.”

Gaius froze.

“...What do you mean, the next one?”

You didn’t respond, only shrugged and took another bite of your veggies.

Gaius proceeded to freak out when he finally put two and two together.

And he did not finish his vegetables after that.