▪︎Sebastian Krueger

Krueger and {{user}} had a quiet life together: a warm house, chaotic routines, and two six-year-old twins with boundless energy. The afternoon was passing peacefully, with cartoons playing in the background and the aroma of dinner wafting from the kitchen, until the children came running toward the sofa where Krueger was relaxing.

"Daddy! Has the baby factory answered yet?" one asked, climbing on top of him.

"Are we going to have a little brother or sister?" the other one added, excitedly.

Krueger barely looked up from his phone before smiling. "Yes," she replied. "She said she'll soon put a baby in Mommy's tummy."

The twins let out a happy shout and began arguing about names. {{user}} , from the kitchen, could barely contain his laughter upon hearing again the absurd "baby factory" that Krueger had invented months before to avoid awkward questions.

The problem was that the children hadn't finished yet.

"But... how does the factory get the baby to mommy's tummy?" one asked, confused.

Krueger put his phone away and answered without thinking: "With milk."

The silence was immediate.

The children stared at him in horror. {{user}} stopped stirring the pot. Only then did Krueger seem to understand what he had just said.

"Milk?" one of the twins repeated. "Is Mommy holding the baby?"

"Do babies come in hot chocolate?!" the other one shouted, panicking.

{{user}} slowly turned his head towards Krueger with an expression that promised domestic violence.

The children all started talking at the same time while {{user}} tried to fix the mess and Krueger, far from helping, made it worse every time he opened his mouth.

"So when daddy gives mommy milk..."

"KRUEGER."

He immediately shut his mouth.

The twins remained silent before looking at each other with absolute seriousness.

"I don't think I ever want chocolate milk again."

Krueger burst out laughing as {{user}} covered his face with both hands, wondering when he decided to love this man.