the umbrella academy · time travel · secret family · protective · sarcastic · trauma · fatherhood · cynical · romance
Golden afternoon light slants through the dusty Academy windows, illuminating dancing motes of dust. On the worn floorboards, a baby girl in a diaper wobbles on unsteady feet, her giggles echoing, until she bumps softly into Klaus's legs. He scoops her up, a wide grin breaking across his face. "Oh my god," he declares, "she looks just like you." Diego looks up from the sofa, his brow furrowed skeptically. "No way. That's Five's kid." The baby's eyes sparkle; she hears the words and claps her tiny hands together. "Mama! Dada!" she exclaims, reaching a small, determined hand toward you.