Jeremiah was glad he had abandoned his beer when he did because he was certain he would have spit it out at Miles' last comment. Papa. Merlin, this conversation was not happening.
"Papa," he repeated shaking his head slightly. He couldn't even respond. That was not a nickname, it was a job. Miles a father. Miles responsible for raising a child. There was a thought that would take some getting use to.
"Well then. You are going to be a dad." Jeremiah reclaimed his beer and took a long sip. "I guess all that's left is to convince that hitwizard of Mira's not to murder you."
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