Exo Imagines

84. Kris (dramatic) Part 3

"Unca Kwis!" Was yelled before you even had chance to see who it was that had knocked on your front door. Your son ran forwards and landed in Kris' arms, a small shred of pain visible behind Kris' bright smile. Kris loved it, holding his son in his arms, but the thing that tore his heart out, was you didn't want Ellis to know.

Not yet at least.

"How's my little man doing?" Kris cheered, wrapping an arm around the little boys waist and setting him on his hip to prevent the young boy from slipping.

"Guess what today is!" The little, and rather hyperactive child screeched, waving his arms around in the air excitedly.

Kris pretended to be clueless, and even though you saw straight through his forged confused expression, your son, however, did not, an his brilliant smile, similar to that if his fathers, suddenly dropped into frown. And you had to force yourself not to smile at how he looked so much like Kris, like he was just done with life.

"Bu Unca Kwis!" The boy cooed and pouted his full lips in a grump. "It's my birthday!"

Kris gasped, holding his hand over his mouth as he gently settled the two year old on his feet. Kris reached into his back pocket discreetly, a small smile forming on your face as Kris' grin grew wider and more mischievous. "Then it's a good job I brought..." Whipping his hand round quickly, Kris held out a thin rectangular parcel towards his son and yelped, "this!"

Your son practically flew into Kris' arms, his shirt arms wrapping around Kris' neck and pulling the rapper down onto his knees before snuggling into his chest. "Thank you!" He cheered and skipped away into the living room wafting the present around in the air.

"You didn't have to, you know," you pointed out with a smile as you flicked the lock over on the front door.

Kris just placed his hand on your shoulder and smiled at you sweetly. "He's my son, _______, what kind of father would I be if I didn't get him a birthday gift?"

"You're doing perfectly well at being a dad, you don't need to shower him in gifts, he already loves you."

You smiled at him, but he didn't smile back, the corners of his lips dropping down into a frown, and you thought you saw a glimmer in his eye as a tear formed along his waterline. "But I want him to call me daddy," he mumbled before looking into your eyes with sorrow. "I love him, as much as I love you." You heart was pounding at this point, and you had to blink hard to keep the tears from forming. "When will you realise we are better together." He turned you to face him, placing his hands gently on your shoulders. "As a family."

You popped you mouth open but snapped it shut again when your son called out with a high pitched scream of "WHAT?!"

To be continued...