Gilbert smiled slightly, kissing Matthew's cheek. " Alright. You remember what I told you, right? I'm taking care of this, so don't you worry. We'll be just fine."
Matthew smiled nervously. " ok. ok... I'm not worry. I'm sure everything will be alright..." His voice told different then his words though, Gilbert could tell easily. " Mattie... don't worry... You know he's not that bad..." He mumbled, lightly kissing his Omega's lips.
"ewwww..." A small voice beneath them spoke, the speaker turning away and pretending to throw up. "That's nasty.." the 5 year old mumbled.
Matthew laughed, kneeling down to the child's height. " Kristoff, you be good for your Papa, alright? Mutti will be back in a little while." The small white haired child nodded, looping his arms around Matthew's neck and hugging him. " Ok, momma!" He smiled. Gilbert looked down at Matthew and their son. He had been the perfect child. Kristoff had gained Gilbert's hair, but had Matthew's beautiful purpleish-blue eyes instead of the same crimson of his father.
Eventually Matthew pulled away from the hug, and Gilbert piced the boy up, resting him on his shoulders. "Alright Birdie. you go have fun." He called out as Matthew started to walk down the street. " Bye Momma!" Kristoff yelled, waving excitedly to the Canadian.
Gilbert smiled. Being a father, was a lot easier than he had ever imagined it would be.