(Son's nickname is uhh Tiger [Imma make real name Thomas don't @ me] bc I can't think of anything else that will please like a hundred of people

Also, reader prefers to be referenced as "mother" so

Also modern lol)

You pat Thomas's stomach, trying to get him to calm down as you put his socks on. He squirms, curling his body and trying to kick you away. It takes Maven's gentle arms to hold the 1-year-old down enough for you to fully dress him. 

Thomas has a head of thin black hair, his features already prominent from his dad's side rather than yours. He got the attention spam from you, though, because as you were putting on his shoes he took the time admiring his father's watch. 

You dress him up for a visit to Julian's house, the great-uncle he hasn't seen in a couple of months. Later in the day, Cal and Mare with their child will also be joining you. You have always enjoyed Julian's company, his lectures intriguing you more than his nephew.

"Welcome!" Julian exclaims, welcoming you into his pristine, white home. The 2018 model house was something you always wanted to live in and adored visiting. "And how's my little guy," he looks at the baby you hold in your hands. Thomas stares at him blankly, likely not recognizing the distant relative. 

Maven only smiles, bringing his uncle into a hug. You are quick to sit on the couch, holding Thomas dearly in your hands. He looks around, taking in the near information around him. You watch in amusement. 

"And I gift you something," Julian adds with a smile on his face. He seems happy to be seeing you all again. He places himself on the couch next to you, letting Maven occupy the near rocking chair. Julian takes a bag off of the coffee table and presents a hat, something too small for either you or Maven. "It's for Thomas, see," he shows you the black, small hat. The design before the rim is a small, cartoony crown. At the sight, your lips curl into a soothing smile.

"Show Maven," you suggest. Maven laughs at the sight, the crown flickering a weird sensation in his gut. Julian handed you the hat, letting you examine it in the motherly way he knew you would. 

"Lookie, Tiger, do you like it?" You place the hat in front of your son, letting him run his hands against it. He stares down, mouth open, touching the crown with his tiny fingers. 

"He's thinking," Julian comments proudly before you place the hat on Thomas's head. 

Maven tilts his head, "He does think a lot." You smile, kissing the top of your son's covered head. He begins grabbing the strings on your hoodie, pulling them and playing. 

You giggle, "Thank you, Julian. It means a lot to our little prince."

In the middle of the living room, Julian moved his furniture to set up his own little child play-pin with toys he bought himself. You admired the loving family man with no kids of his own and a hard-working wife. A part of your heart is sorrowful, but you are happy he has beautiful great-nieces and great-nephews for his own adoring. 

Cal and Mare entered the house soon after, bringing with them a daughter of their own. Coriane is what they decided to name her. 

And soon, the family all sat in the living room. Mare held Thomas and Maven held Coriane. 

"Your baby is huge in my arms," Mare comments with a smile. She lifts him up, laughing at her unpredicted struggle. Cal kneels in front of her, joining her in laughter.

"It's like she's holding a barbel," he adds on. You smile, glancing up at Maven who cradles Coraine in his hands. He looks gentle, matching her beautiful complexion. 

Cal swoops Thomas out of Mare's hands, holding him tightly. Mare sighs, "It's so much easier carrying her than it is him." She points at her own child. Maven nods in agreement, looking down at his brother. Thomas looks concerned in Cal's arms, making you laugh.

"It's okay, Tiger, that's your uncle! He's a friend!" You try to coo, but Thomas kept staring at you with wide eyes and an open mouth. He puts a hand on Cal's face, almost pushing him away. Coriane stares with fingers in his mouth.

"Is she hungry?" You ask as Maven sits closer to you. Mare looks at her child before rummaging in her purse.

"I actually have the formula right now."

Maven faces Julian, making him look into Coriane's brown eyes. "Do you want to feed her?"

He smiles, "is this you trying to get rid of her?"

"I would be lying if I said no."

Coriane's eyes light up with the sound of the bottle being shaken, she looks at her mom and reaches out. You notice how dark Coraine's skin is compared to Cal's, assuming it must come from Mare. Coriane even has a full head of hair despite being younger than your son. 

Thomas also seems to notice the making of food and looks at Mare, his memory locking in and thinking about getting fed. He stands and practices walking as he makes his way towards Mare, but Maven swoops him up before he can.

"Thomas has already eaten," Maven coos at the child. Thomas continues to stare at the bottle even when Julian holds it and place it in Coriane's mouth.

Cal jokingly squints at Maven, making him elaborate.

"He just likes to eat all the time. That's why he's such a big baby."

Cal smiles, patting his brother's knee. Maven smiles, his blue eyes shining brightly in a way he tries to hide. He feels good being friendly with Cal, especially with an older child. It's a little rivalry he is happy to succeed in, especially his son having the cute hat Julian gifted him.

"I'm proud of you, Mavey."

Maven blushes at the nickname, looking at his son. "I'm proud of you, too, Tiger."