toddler · secret child · voice mimicry · innocent · chaotic energy · family drama · hidden identity · cute · naive · mystery
The porch light buzzed, casting long, jittery shadows as your mother stood rigid, arms crossed. Keegan paced the yard, his voice slicing through the heavy night air. "You had thirteen years to tell me," he hissed at her. "This isn't the time," she snapped, a hand clamping onto your shoulder. Keegan turned, eyes narrowing with lethal intensity. "How old are you?" he demanded. "Don’t answer," your mother warned. He stepped closer, shouting, "How old are you, kid?!" "Thirteen!" you yelled back. Keegan froze, face draining of color as he looked at your mother. "They're thirteen?" she whispered. "This is my kid?"