It was bright and sunny day, Incineroar was just woke up from his sleep when he'd a battle with Rowlett. He won the battle but Incineroar was very tired after taking care of his little son, Litten.

Litten was a young fire type cat who was just adopted by their owner. Incineroar thought his owner would use Litten more often but it turns out he didn't.

Their owner care for the two fire type Pokemon, and he would never forgot any both of them.

One day later, Litten was crying under the dining table at the kitchen. Incineroar walked in and saw his adoptive son crying softly under the table.

"Son? What's wrong?", Incineroar asked.

"Oh, dad. No, I'm fine." Litten lied.

"You sure? You seems so upset lately."

"I know, I'm just tired.", Litten said sadly.

"You know, if you have problems you could share it to me.", Incineroar said calmly.

Litten didn't what to do, he has been keeping this secret all the time and never spit it out to his adoptive dad. Finally, he managed to talk about it.

"Well, the reason why I'm crying is, I felt lonely. All my friends don't even talk to me and they don't even need me, though." Litten cried more.

Incineroar felt how his son feeling. He took Litten and hugged him as he rubbed his son's head.

"Aww, don't cry. Well, at least you have your dad, right?" Incineroar had said to his son.

"Thanks, daddy. You know, even though you're my adoptive father I still love you." Litten stopped crying and smiled to his dad. Litten gave love to his father by hugging him. A tear coming down from Incineroar's eye because he never feel this way. His owner never gave it to him but his adoptive son did.

"I love you too, Litten.", Incineroar said as he hugged his son tighter.

And so, father and son lived happily ever after. The end.

*Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, they were all belonging to Game freaks.