Disclaimer: Ace Attorney does not belong to me. Nor do any of the characters who appear in this story. Neither does this prompt, which was found on a post made by LexicoN18 on Deviantart.
A/N: Hi! So, ignoring my better judgment, I have started a new project! With this, plus Through Jaded Glasses, plus Wild Rose Blossoms, plus college, I got a busy year ahead of me. Ah well. So this will consist of prompts I find online, plus prompts you the readers may or may not send me. I'm super excited to be writing this: daddy!Apollo, daddy!Klavier, and klapollo in general? Whoo!
01. Letter
I'm not sure if you remember, but we met in a bar like a year ago and slept together. We were both pretty drunk, so maybe you don't remember. I remember some stuff, mostly your apartment. Which, all things considered, is a good thing.
Let me answer the most obvious question: Yes, he's yours. I'm not a slut or anything, I don't usually have sex with random strangers, so when I found out I was pregnant it was pretty obvious who the father was.
Do a DNA test if you don't believe me, I don't care. I thought about trying to find you when I first found out, but you seem like one of those traditional guys who'd have insisted on getting married and I'm not really interested.
I didn't give him up for adoption or anything because even though I don't want him, that doesn't mean you wouldn't. You are his father, you deserve to have a choice. So if you want to keep him, by all means go ahead. Or if you want to give him up, that's cool too. Just, whatever you do, leave me out of it, okay?
Tell the kid I'm sorry.
-P.S: He doesn't have a name. Knock yourself out.
Heart pounding, Apollo looked up from the letter and into the bright blue eyes of the infant boy dropped on his doorstep.
"H-Hi," he said.
The infant cooed back in reply.
