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"Daddy, I'm not sure what to do." A small gentle voice said, followed by a few coughs.
"I will catch you." A strong voice answered, accompanied by an even gentler laugh.
"Alright, I trust you daddy." The first voice said before there was a rush of air, the young boy falling into the grownups outstretched arms.
True to his word the adult caught the child and carefully lowered him before ruffling his hair.
"See? I'll always catch you." The adult reminded the child, a soft smile on his face.
"You're the best, daddy!" The young boy threw his arms around his father's waist, clinging to him.
They had been on a slight cliff, making their way back down from a hiking adventure when the son realized he wouldn't have been able to climb down as skillfully as his father had. So the father had gone down first to be there to catch his son. Thus the son made the jump despite his concerns and fell safely into waiting arms that promised him safety and security.
The son would always trust his father.
Albert Wesker hadn't known such loyalty or complete devotion before in his life. Perhaps once there might have been something similar from either William Birkin or his abandoned daughter but Wesker had allowed Sherry to be taken by the government after the whole Raccoon City ordeal.
He never went back to get her.. and perhaps that was another one of the many things he regretted but it was far too late for those notions.
It had been 15 years since Umbrella's fall and Raccoon City's demise.
Wesker slipped painlessly into the shadows and had remained there since, pulling strings.
But he hadn't realized he would have a future in which he would find joy in another's presence. A short fling had given him his son, Alvin. He wasn't planning at all to even do anything in regards to the pregnant woman but when she had passed away during childbirth he was delivered a child to raise. And so he did.
And it was the best gift he had ever received. He loved his son very much.
For some reason he could almost imagine Birkin watching over him with a crooked smile at the truth of Wesker being a father and a more present one than he had been.