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Warning: Noctis/Prompto.

Note: Enjoy.

Summary: Their relationship was perfect. What went wrong?

Chapter One

He had woken up alone.

He sat up – looking around their room, with his half-lidded eyes. On Noctis' pillow, Prompto found a note. Without hesitation, Prompto grabbed the piece of paper.

The only word written was sorry. In an instant, Prompto crumpled the piece of paper in his hands. After all, Prompto couldn't understand what went wrong.

Their relationship was going so well. However, Noctis didn't think so, but why?

XOXO

It wasn't difficult finding Noctis.

The prince was at an arcade – playing a shooting game, which was their favorite. He approached Noctis, with teary eyes. His ex-boyfriend frowned, not enthusiastic about seeing him. However, Prompto just couldn't understand why, especially because their relationship was perfect.

In fact, Prompto hadn't spotted any warning signs. This breakup was absolutely uncalled for. He needed some answers.

"What did I do wrong?" Prompto asked, as Noctis looked away. "Please tell me, Noct."

"You're just not good enough," Noctis admitted, as Prompto's heart fluttered frantically. "You're not good enough for me."

"I know I'm not a noble, but I'll try to be better."

"That isn't necessary."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I am. Move on, Prompto."

XOXO

He was pregnant.

The baby was Noctis'. However, Prompto hadn't told Noctis, not after their breakup. After all, Prompto just couldn't face Noctis again, especially because he was hurting.

Their child was a beautiful baby boy, with bewitching black locks and blue eyes and freckles. His son brought him joy – brightened his world, even if Noctis wasn't a part of it anymore. He spoiled his son – bought him whatever toy he wanted, not giving a damn about the price. It didn't matter, especially because he had a good paying job. It was only the two of them, so he hadn't many expenses to cover either.

"Happy birthday, my darling boy!" Prompto cooed, as his son blew out the candles. "You're three-years-old now. Time really does fly by."

"Let's eat the cake!" his son chirped, as Prompto chuckled and cut a slice of cake for his son. "You're the best, daddy!"

"You're so sweet. I love you so, so much."

"I love you, too."

XOXO

It was a lovely afternoon.

He was at the park, with his son. His beautiful boy was running around – chasing butterflies underneath his watchful eyes, but then caught one soon. His son ran over to him – showing him the butterfly, just before letting it go. Of course, Prompto congratulated him, even pecked his son's cheek.

His son smugly grinned, then. He fondly ruffled ebony locks – embracing his son, who returned the gesture.

"Can we go to the playground?" his son asked, as Prompto looked at the time. "Please, I want to play on the swings."

"Alright," Prompto agreed, as his son beamed happily. "We can't stay for long, though. It's getting dark."

"I understand, daddy."

"You're such a smart young man. I love you."

"I love you, too."

XOXO

He pushed his son on the swing.

However, Prompto was weary now. It was getting late, even dark outside. A sighed escaped him, but continued pushing his son.

His darling boy was so cheerful. He couldn't bear to take that away. So, Prompto thought a few more minutes at the playground couldn't hurt.

"Daddy, I want to go higher!" his son pleaded, as Prompto grimaced. "I can almost see the city from here."

"I'm not so sure," Prompto protested, as his son whined. "It's dangerous, sweetie."

"You worry too much, daddy."

"That's because I love you so much."

"And, I love you, too. Can I play in the sandbox?"

"We should be going home soon, but you can play for a little while longer."

"Yay!"

XOXO

It warmed his heart seeing his son so jovial.

There were other children playing in the sandbox, who his son gleefully greeted. They welcomed him into the sandbox, except for one little girl.

She had blonde locks and blue eyes – wore a pale pink dress and a lace cardigan, with white socks and black flats. She pushed her son out of the sandbox, then. His son tumbled backwards and landed on the ground, where he scraped his arm.

His son began crying. He rushed over and hugged his son, just before plucking his son up into his arms. He couldn't calm his darling boy, not even at the promise of candy and chocolate.

He was approached by then the little girl's parents – Noctis and Lunafreya. The king stared wide eyed at his son, but he had turned around.

He quickly buckled his son into the backseat of his car and drove off, not caring about the still gaping king.

"Hush now, sweetie. You'll be fine," Prompto comforted, as his son softly sniffled. "That reminds me. What would you like for dinner?"

"Spaghetti," his son croaked, as Prompto sadly smiled. "Is that okay with you, daddy?"

"Of course, I think spaghetti sounds delicious. And, what would you like for dessert?"

"Ice-cream."

"Well, I think ice-cream sounds yummy, too."

XOXO

He administered first-aid and made dinner on autopilot.

His son watched cartoons in the living room. So, Prompto could gather himself. After all, Prompto was shaken up from seeing Noctis and Luna together.

Is she the reason Noctis broke up with him? Did Noctis really leave him for her? He wanted to cry, but didn't. He wanted to stay strong for his son, especially because his son is so important to him.

"Dinner is ready!" Prompto called, as his son darted into the kitchen. "Remember to wash your hands, sweetie."

"My hands are all clean now," his son claimed, as Prompto served him spaghetti. "It smells so good."

"Eat up, then."

"Can you read me The Three Little Pigs tonight?"

"Of course."

"Thanks, daddy!"

"It's no problem, sweetie."

XOXO

It was hard not to cry.

He saw Noctis in his son. They looked so alike, but Prompto also saw himself in his son. They both had freckles, but his son's freckles weren't as prominent.

He tucked his son into bed, who handed him The Three Little Pigs storybook. He began reading, then. His voice was quite monotone, though.

He usually read with passion, not tonight, though. The encounter at the park still haunted him, especially because Noctis had seen their son. The king's eyes were wide, even glistening a little.

He wondered, then. Did Noctis know now? Was the king aware that he had a three-year-old son? Was it cruel for him not to tell Noctis about their son?

"I'm sleepy," his son sighed, as Prompto kissed his forehead. "Stay with me a little longer, just until I fall asleep."

"Sure," Prompto smiled, as his son yawned. "Sweet dreams, sweetie."

"Goodnight, daddy."

"Goodnight, my love."

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