"I need you, Five Hargreeves. Even though the world is ending. The moon is probably going to explode or the sun will fall and the earth won't ever be the same but at least you are here with me... And that is all I need".
"I would want nothing more t...
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The Warmth of a Loving Family
‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾。‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾。
"Alexander! Alex!", Y/n called the little five and half years old son of hers as the running footsteps reached her in the kitchen almost instantly.
"Yes mommy", the adorable voice replied as she looked at the little boy standing right next to her.
Alex happened to be an exact, living copy of his father, literally as well as figuratively. His green, eyes, his nose his face, his raven black hair as well as his habits, his interests.
All came to him straight from his father. He had inherited almost everything, very perfectly from Five.
"Where is your father?", Y/n asked. "Daddy is in the room", he said.
"What is he up to now?", she asked. "He is working on his papers", he mumbled.
"Still?...", she sighed as he nodded. "Alright then, be a sweetheart for me and go tell him that I am calling him for dinner, little one", she said ruffling his hair as he hugged her tightly.
"I love you, mommy", he mumbled. "Aww. What's up with the sudden affection?", she asked. "Mommy!", he whined.
"Fine. Love you too, honey bun. Now quickly go call you dad. You must be very hungry, right?", Y/n caressed his cheeks kneeling a bit.
"Yes... I am... I will go call daddy", he said running to Y/n and Five's bedroom.
As Y/n was setting up the table, placing the plates on their right spots, she saw her husband and son walk towards the table.
"Good evening!... Glad to see your nose is finally out of those files... for now", Y/n said. "Yeah well... Job calls", Five's rather tired voice mumbled as he wrapped his arms around her waist resting his head on her shoulder back hugging her.
