Uncertainty
Apollo and Klavier adopt a child. Apollo expresses doubts.
"Can you believe we're actually adopting?"
Klavier looked up from his guitar and up at his husband, whose expression was a sort of mix between exhilaration and utter dread. "You seem nervous, Forehead." He commented idly. "You're not having…second thoughts, are you?" They'd just finalized the papers on a little girl over in Michigan, so they really couldn't afford second thoughts.
"Of course not!" Apollo said quickly. "Well, I mean…it's just…me, a dad?!" All the fears he'd exhibited when they first talked about the idea of having kids came rushing back, triggered by the fact that now it was actually happening. "I grew up without parents-how the hell am I supposed to be one?"
"Herr Forehead, any parent will tell you the same thing-all you have to do is love your child. The rest comes naturally." Klavier strummed his guitar. "You do not think I am worried? You've met my parents and, of course, Kristoph-I did not grow up with the most exemplary of role models. All I can do is try to not repeat my family's mistakes."
"You don't sound worried." Apollo noted sourly, but he knew Klavier wasn't lying (thank his bracelet for that). And he'd seen what Klavier's family had managed to do to him. Not many people saw it, but underneath's Klavier's display of confidence and foppish tendencies was a pit of insecurity drilled in him by his bastard brother-and his parents hadn't helped either, with their blatant favoritism for Kristoph over him and disdain for his chosen professions.
Still, in spite of all that, Klavier had managed to grow up into a decent man. Apollo couldn't understand it, but he was glad for it. Their daughter was lucky, to have a guy like him for a parent.
Really short drabble, without a prompt this time! Well, it was sort of inspired by one, but it didn't really fit what the prompt wanted, so I'm considering it original. Domestic Klapollo for the win!