He didn't know your fleeting fling resulted in a child.

Alhaitham had all but forgotten about you. A fling was simply that, someone who you enjoyed and moved on from in equal measures of swiftness.

He still remembered what you looked like. It was an odd, if attracting, appearance to see, like a foreign rose blooming among native lilies. Besides, details were his... thing. He remembered everything his brain could possibly file away, and that was why he was so good at what he did.

However, even the unflappable scholar's breath left his lungs when he spotted the figure sweeping into his office, as exotically beautiful as he remembered her. And hanging onto her hand, was a young boy who looked paralyzingly akin to Alhaitham when he had been young.