((I'm just going to assume the reader is to be female??
P.S. there's a headcanon in this.
P.P.S. I'm calling Prof Willow in this.))
"Willow, is Spark your child?" You questioned, leaning on the busy male's shoulder. He stiffened at the question and adjusted the glasses resting on the bridge of his nose.
"Why are you asking me this?"
"Because the adorable boy looks like you, moron. The spike like hair and the features of his face. He looks like you. Are you hiding something from me, Willow?" You questioned, looking up at the male. He started to sweat and turned away from you, shuffling through a pile of papers nervously. You narrowed your eyes in suspicion and grabbed his shoulder, pulling him to face you.
"Willow, is he your son?" You question, eyes narrowed. Willow just sputtered, pulled his glasses up so they rested on his head. And then he got up, and ran.
"Willow! Get back here, you oaf!" You shouted, springing to your feet as you ran after the man.
*Mini-Timeskip*
"Just because I'm a retired Pokémon Master, doesn't mean I'm not fast anymore!" You shouted, tackling the man to the ground roughly. He let an 'oof' sound out as he fell, you on top of his back. You let him go and sat up, arms crossed.
"Explain to me." You demanded, eyes narrowed as Willow sat up, rubbing his chest.
"Alright, alright. He is my son, but don't tell anyone. Spark knows, but Candela and Blanche don't." The silver-black haired male spoke, looking at you then looking back down at the ground. You were silent for a minute before breaking into laughter, confusing the male before you.
"How did you manage to keep that a secret from me? We've been friend's since we became trainer's ourselves!" You replied, looking at the male curiously.
"Seriously, how did you keep this a secret from me?" You question, nudging the man. He sighed and looked up at the sky.
"Spark lived with his mother most of the time, she sent him over to me when she got angry over something." Willow replied, looking back at you. You gave him a smile.
"I suppose she sent him the year when we got together?" You question, scooting closer to the male. He nodded slowly and looked down at you.
"Yes, I believe Spark was ten then. Spark doesn't like his mother, so don't bring her up."
"That blondie is technically my son now, I'm his mom now." You said, pointing to the silver band on your ring finger, on your left hand. Willow chuckled and removed the glove on his left hand, showing his matching silver band.
"I suppose so."
((When you write, but you fail lol.
#notproud))
