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- 5/1/2033
Killian Borisyuk was glad to be home during the holidays, and wasted no time in getting up early that morning when he heard his son stirring. Having a son was not his first choice, but he didn't care either way. He does not wake up Amethyst since he was sure that her time rearing while he was not always home would have taken its toll on her. She might have needed more sleep than he did. He did the normal routine, taking care of the dirty work before he carried the infant to his chair so that he could feed him. Even though the baby had his genetics, he was still small in his father's arms. He had the help of his family, so that the family could work. It was odd that the next generation would likely bring them all together. Killian might not have ever thought of himself as a father in his lifetime, he was seemingly natural at it.
This was the void that he was missing that he never filled with any of his jobs. Kirill and Amethyst. As he looked down at his son that definitely had his mother's eyes, Killian started to wonder how many he could convince Amethyst to carry. He didn't want a big family, but he did not want Kirill to be an only child. He needed someone else to help get that energy out of him - unless his other siblings had children in the next few months. After feeding, the son drifted back to a light sleep. Kids could be like tiny bombs. One little move could set it off, so that was what he did. Not move.
This was the void that he was missing that he never filled with any of his jobs. Kirill and Amethyst. As he looked down at his son that definitely had his mother's eyes, Killian started to wonder how many he could convince Amethyst to carry. He didn't want a big family, but he did not want Kirill to be an only child. He needed someone else to help get that energy out of him - unless his other siblings had children in the next few months. After feeding, the son drifted back to a light sleep. Kids could be like tiny bombs. One little move could set it off, so that was what he did. Not move.