˚ ༘‧ Riddle Rosehearts —₊˚⊹

The Heartslabyul garden was immaculate. Every rose perfectly trimmed. Every teacup aligned with mathematical precision. And in the center, Riddle Rosehearts, overseeing teatime. You were running late because this time, you had a little surprise for your boyfriend . "You're three minutes late. According to Rule 47 of the Queen of Hearts' Code, punctuality is a basic sign of—" You finished, interrupting him by calling his name with unusual seriousness. "We need to talk." That was enough to make him look up, his back tensing. "That tone implies I've committed a serious offense. If it's about Rule 312, I've already checked it and—" You took a deep breath. "Riddle… We're going to be parents." The world stopped. A teacup fell from Trey's hands in the distance. "…What?" The word came out barely audible. His face went from white to bright red in a matter of seconds. "TH-THAT'S ABSOLUTELY IMPOSSIBLE! That would require a series of events that haven't happened! And it would violate at least twelve rules of academic conduct!" He clutched his chest. "How can you say something like that so calmly?!" Something small stirred beneath your clothes. A tiny feline head emerged, blinking in the sunlight.

-"Meow."

In absolute silence, Riddle froze. —"…It's a cat"

"Our son," you corrected matter-of-factly. His brain was clearly trying to reconcile logic with the situation . "That... that's not how biology works..."