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since you still open your request, can I ask for Kyle Ash ikerev. There's not many of his story so I would like to request one after playing his route again. We all know Kyle's love for alcohol, but what if he try to stop drinking alcohol when mc's pregnant with their first child. like one day, mc was thirsty or something and and she saw Kyle's water and drank without knowing it was an alcohol (you can do anything you want for this part, this is just my idea ^^) and like idk what scene next, maybe mc was drunk or she feels sick after that. That's why Kyle refrain himself from alcohol to prevent something like that happening again. (and he maybe eat sweets to help himself from drinking alcohol lol)

P/s : please add on Kyle scene with his baby 🥺 maybe like him telling the baby , he stop drinking alcohol for he/she

Papa Kyle telling the story to his son, with some bonus Edgar and Zero in there too ^_^ Approx. 1500 words. (tw for alcoholism, alchohol)

Kyle felt a smile tug at his lips as his little boy giggled and grasped at his fingers. He’d never figured himself for a father. Never thought he was the kind of man that would enjoy it. “But I do,” he grinned and the baby smiled back.

“You know, little guy, I almost didn’t get to have you.” He dabbed a bit of baby drool off the tyke’s chin. “That’s right. I almost messed the whole thing up.”

The baby’s eyes narrowed as if in doubt, and he stuck his own little fist in his mouth to chew on it.

“Don’t believe me?” He gestured to his desk. “Well, it all started right there. I’d left a glass of moonshine on my desk to drink after I finished my rounds. Stuff is clear as water but it burns when it goes down. Like a fire. That’s the opposite of water. Sort of.”

His son nodded along as if he understood, so Kyle continued.

“Your mom was pregnant with you. She was as round as a-” he paused and looked around to make sure she wasn’t listening. “She was as round as a balloon! And I could never tell what mood she was going to be in. Crying. Laughing. Shouting. She was all over the place. I couldn’t seem to do anything right, so I was trying to avoid her.”

The baby gave a disapproving gurgle.

“Hey. Don’t judge me until you’ve had a pregnant wife, ok?” He cleared his throat. “Anyway, she came looking for me. But I was doing rounds, so she sat down at my desk. I guess she was thirsty because she picked up my glass of moonshine and downed it in one gulp. Now,” he paused, “I didn’t see that part. But I got back just as she set it down. Her face was bright red!”

His son giggled.

“Yeah, I thought it was funny too. But then I realized pregnant ladies are absolutely not supposed to drink. Especially not stuff like that. It’s dangerous for them and for the baby. So I rushed over just in time to get a slap.” Kyle popped his cheek lightly, making the baby laugh again.

“Oh she was mad, alright. Shouting about why I left a glass of alcohol on the desk like it was water. And why was I avoiding her. And just . . . everything I’d done wrong. And there was a lot. Your dad had some - some learning to do.” He smiled gently, remembering how much it had hurt to admit he was in the wrong.

The baby didn’t understand any of that and only smiled at his pained expression, a bit of drool dribbling down his chubby little chin. Kyle dabbed it away with a cloth.

He remembered the terror that swept through him as Alice stood, her legs shaking, steps wobbling. The unnatural flush in her cheeks and the slight, unfocused glaze in her eyes as she looked from him toward the door.

“Your mother tried to run away from me but she’d had too much to drink. It’s kinda like watching you wobble around while you hold onto things. Only she wasn’t holding on . . .” In fact, she’d stumbled. Kyle’s reactions were slow from the beers he’d sipped at lunch, and he barely managed to get under her as she fell.

Kyle cleared his throat. “We fell on the floor right there. And I was so scared.” His throat closed over the words, reducing his voice to a rasping whisper. “I was scared I would lose you. And her.”

His son made a moue of surprise at his tone. A meaty little fist seized onto his clothes and gave a gentle tug. “Ah bababa!”

“Yes, exactly.” Kyle blinked the dampness from his eyes as his mind recounted the days following the accident. He’d sworn to her that he would not drink again. And he hadn’t, though some days the desire was like an itch under his skin. He reached for his candy bowl and popped a ginger sweet into his mouth out of habit.

The baby reached for the candy, but not fast enough.

“Sorry little guy. These are still a choking hazard for you. Get a little older and I’ll think about sharing, hm?”

There was a knock at the door. Kyle scooped the baby up and went to answer it.

Edgar and Zero were in the hall. Both men were out of uniform. Edgar was smiling, as usual, and Zero looked pensive.

“Did you need something?” Kyle looked from one man to the other.

Edgar’s smile widened. “We did, in fact. Mind if we come in?” He didn’t wait for an answer, just pushed past into the clinic.

The baby made a lurching grab toward Zero as he followed Edgar in. The Ace caught the little guy gently.

Kyle let Zero hold his son. “So? What is it? Are you ill? Is the King sick?”

Edgar laughed as if that was funny. “No, no, nothing like that.” He sat down in one of the office chairs and spun around.

Zero was staring seriously at the gurgling baby as if he understood what all the noise meant. He didn’t seem at all interested in whatever it was that Edgar wanted to tell Kyle.

“Is this meant to be a guessing game?” Kyle crossed his arms, feeling a bit peevish. He was tired from a long day of seeing patients and had a long evening of caring for his son ahead of him.

“That could be fun.” Edgar shrugged. “But no. I came to fetch you. It’s been too long since you had a night out. So, I thought you and I could head to the tavern. Say our hellos to Oliver and Dalim. Try out some of the new beverages on tap . . .”

Kyle sighed. “I can’t. I have to stay home with my son.” He couldn’t help but feel a certain longing for the kind of evening Edgar proposed. His mouth almost watered thinking about the Oasis. But he’d made a promise.

“I got you a babysitter.” Edgar motioned to Zero who was even now trying to extricate his hair from the baby’s grasping fingers. “He can watch the tyke until Alice gets back. See how much fun they’re already having?”

“This . . . isn’t fun,” Zero said with all seriousness. The baby disagreed with a giggle.

Edgar grinned. “At least one of you is enjoying himself anyhow.”

The offer was very tempting. Kyle missed his evening at the tavern, laughing and drinking with friends. The relaxed banter, the warmth of a few drinks in his belly. Why shouldn’t he have one night out? It wasn’t the same as keeping alcohol at home, not at all! So it wasn’t exactly breaking his promise . . . and Alice would understand . . .

Edgar stood and clapped him on the shoulder. “There’s the Kyle I know.”

“I really shouldn’t,” Kyle said, his eyes lighting on his jacket and boots.

“Don’t let Edgar bully you.” Zero held the baby at arm’s length now, keeping his grabby hands away from his hair.

“I’m not bullying anyone! Just making a friendly offer.” Edgar chuckled.

Kyle’s gaze shifted from his things to the baby. His son had Alice’s eyes. Wide and kind and full of life’s sweetness. And right now, those eyes were watching him. Waiting to see what his father would do. “Sorry Edgar. Like I said. I have plans with my kid tonight.”

Edgar gave a low whistle. “Alice has you firmly under the slipper, my friend. At this rate, I’m going to have to kidnap you to get you out for a good time.”

“I’m not under anything,” Kyle gave a tired sigh. “I gave up drinking and that hasn’t changed. So if you’re going to the tavern, give Oliver and the rest my hello because I won’t be coming.” He felt better, having said it. Better, except for that itch under his skin. The one that promised to go away if he’d have just a sip, a tiny sip, of one little beer.

Zero grinned. “I told you he would say no.”

“Ah shut up,” Edgar murmured. Then, more loudly, “If that’s what you want, then of course. But the offer is always open.”

“Thanks,” Kyle replied, his voice clipped and short. He motioned toward the door. “You going to get out of my clinic now?”

The baby laughed as Zero spun him in a careful circle. “If it’s ok, I’d like to stay and play with the baby a little longer.”

“Yeah, that’s fine. Maybe you can play with him while I get some filing done.”

Edgar sighed. “Neither of you are any fun anymore.” He frowned at the baby speculatively. “Is that your fault?”

“Bluhrububu,” the baby replied, and stuck his whole little hand in his mouth.

“I suppose that’s some kind of answer.” Edgar waved goodbye and left.

Kyle felt a pang of loss as the door closed behind him, but he knew he’d made the right choice. His beloved Alice was better than any drink, and his son was more important than meeting friends at the bar.

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