Our Son
Fuyuhikos pov
Five years later
"dad look I'm you!" I turned around to see my five year old son jakku wearing my jacket and hat. I couldn't help but chuckle a bit. He looked so cute.
"you sure are buddy" I said ruffling his gray hair. I picked him up and stared into his red eyes.
"you look so much like your mother" I said rubbing noses with him.
"dose that mean I look girly?" he asked pouting a bit.
I chuckled "nah kid your the manliest man I know. Now would my little man like some cookies?"
"yeah! But no milk cause milk is gross!" jakku declared.
"huh would ya look at that you really are like me" I chuckled before carrying him to the kitchen for cookies.
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