It only took 1 second for the immortal's eyes to widen. You stood there, giving him a stern look, letting him think for himself for a second or two. 

"H-Heather..?" A smile began to rise on his lips. 

"No. It's (Y/n), the person you thought was Heather. Now you listen to me, I don't know what creepy things went on your mind to make you do this, but I can't remember anything between the 9th and the 17th of March, but all I do remember is finding out I was pregnant! Say hello to your son!" You, very kindly, introduced yourself, having replayed this moment in your head for months now. It still didn't play out as fluidly as you hoped it would. Quickly your mind was in a whirl, trying to think of what to do and say next. As you spoke that last sentence, you spun around to show Steve to his father for the first time. 

"Hmf. No son of mine would be wearing pink." Herobrine huffed. Why was that of all things his first thought?! 

"That, I have no control over. He's your son whether you like it or not." Unless, of course, there had been a big mistake as you had once suspected. There was silence for a brief moment as the man studied the 6 month old's face, doing the math in his head at the same time. Finally, there was the faintest to gasps.

You spun back around just as quickly, finding satisfaction in his widened eyes, a hand rising to loosely cover his mouth as it dropped open. At least he didn't just shove you away the moment you started talking. 

The immortal spun back towards the darkness of the castle slowly, "Ooh..... s%$&!" He shouted, thrusting his arms down in a fury. 

"Hey! No swearing around the baby!" You griped. It was just instinct at this point. 

"Alright, listen listen.." He spun back to you quickly, almost chuckling with half a smile as he leaned against the door's threshold. "Just because he has my hair..my chin, my eyebrows...my.. nose... doesn't mean he's really mine! You must have him mistaken!" He attempted to laugh, though the anxiety forcing it out was obvious. 

"I didn't even know who you were until I had his DNA tested." You stated plainly. The last ounce of protection between himself and reality dropped. Now leaving a sour kind of taste in his mouth, his mind wandering. (He be going through all the stages of grief lol) 

"I... I didn't... I....... What do you want from me?" His shoulders dropped, his forehead now resting against the frame of the door as well. It was clear he had no more excuses to throw at you. At first you were just going to say money. He clearly had a lot of it! But.. something else entirely came out. 

"I want answers." You said, un-crossing your arms. Herobrine inhaled.. then exhaled, slowly. 

"...Yeah... That is your right. Come in, I guess..." The door was then opened fully to you. "But let me have a closer look at him first." The immortal determined. Your mother instincts kicked in, and you slapped the man's hand away as he reached out for Steve. 

Realizing what you had done, you quickly decided to go along with it. "Tell me why, first. It's clear to me you know what I am talking about." You could suddenly feel the aura of energy rise in the air, remembering this was probably one of the most powerful immortals out there, who just realized he had son, and probably doesn't like not being able to investigate more into this. But, of course, he had promised you answers. You slid one of the backpack-like straps over your shoulder, carefully pulling little Steve between your arms where you felt him safer there. 

"I'll let you explain first." You put your foot down, literally, just standing there now that you had no idea where to go. There were three different hallways, but no clear directions where everything was, or even if you should go anywhere potentially dangerous. Plus, you felt safer by the door anyways. The man tried to contain a huff as he pulled his hand away from the boy and looked down the halls. 

"It's dark right here. This is only the back door... I suggest we go to the center of the castle. It's both brighter, more comfortable, and safer." Herobrine pointed down the middle hallway. 

"Pff, for you it is.." 

"Says the one who just traveled several miles through the Nether with a baby on their back to reach me." He scoffed, walking forwards down the same hall he had pointed in... Fair point. You began walking after him. 

"Alright, but please explain as we walk." 

"Gladly. The faster I clear my name, the better." 

"Wha?" 

"Unlike what I am sure you have already brought into preconception, no, I didn't wipe your memories or anything. To be honest...I thought the things of that week would go unnoticed. Forgive me... I didn't think at all ahead in your sake." You continued to be silent. No way would you forgive him. He hasn't even explained himself yet! He seemed to catch onto this, and continued. "I once loved a woman named Heather... She was an Immortal, and it was like we were destined to be together." 

"Huh" you made a noise, rather disrespectfully, but you already sort of knew this part anyways... and also you were feeling a little salty, finally being in the presence of someone you could finally blame. 

"Anyways, um, she died." The man had taken note of your disinterest. "One day I realized I could wish her back for an entire week, so, of course, I did. I could feel her presence enter the atmosphere the moment her spirit entered you... Most Immortals have a mortal every generation or so who looks like them, though no mortal or Immortal has yet to figure out why... Anyway.. I arrived at her location as soon as I could. To my surprise, her spirit had only inhabited the body of a mortal who looked similarly to her... That mortal being...you." 

"And so to celebrate you decided to abuse these fortunate situations for you, completely forgetting about anyone else who might be affected by it?" 

"I wasn't even thinking at the time; I was just so glad I had Heather back!" 

"Mmhmm.." 

"...We, um... The rest of the week was just the two of us going on one last adventure together. It wasn't the same without her powers, but we still managed to save some mortals, stop a younger Immortal from f÷$#ing-" 

"-Language." 

"fricking  things up..." An annoyed side-glare from the man asked if this was going to be his life now. You just side-glared back, letting him figure that out for himself. "Hhh. So yeah, at the end of the week I finally said goodbye, and I was properly able to let her go without feeling the guilt that had been weighing on me for years...... Can I hold my child now?" 

"Ay! He's more mine than yours! The only reason I even came here is because we would have ended up on the streets, and I would have had to put him into an orphanage." 

"Oh, so this was a last resort... Why didn't you just put him up for adoption?- I'm glad you didn't, but, if you were really that desperate.." 

"I just didn't want to." Was all he was ever going to get out of you about the matter. You two walked down the hall in silence. In the distance brighter lights shined, the hall opening into what looked like a living room. 

"...Now can I hold my child?" He suddenly asked, sticking his hand out a little towards Steve, who's head had fallen on your shoulder in his sleep. 

"Why?!" 

"Are you seriously asking why?" 

"Yes! It is a valid question. Why do you want to hold him so badly?" 

"Because he's my son! I didn't even know he existed until a few minutes ago!" He shouted as you two entered some open living room with several older fashion couches and chairs to lounge around on, hushing himself a little late after hearing the little one begin to stir in his sleep. You pat the baby on the back a little bit, lulling him back to sleep. 

"You know what? No!" You whisper-shouted. "You weren't there when he was born. You weren't there when he first started crawling. And you sure as heck weren't there all those times I needed someone to babysit him as I juggled two and a half jobs all day! No! I don't think you deserve the parent points! In fact, you're going to have to earn them!" You're just making things up as you go, but already you're liking the sound of this one. 

"Wh?!" 

"That's right! You have to do ten things! Ten parent points in total! Only then will I let you hold him!" You stood your ground there and you stood it firmly. The immortal's aura fluxuated rapidly, which you guessed signified some internal struggle. You could see it all on his face. One hand halfway reached out to grab the child for himself, but another part of him pulled himself back, agreeing with you and that he needed to earn that ability, since he hadn't even given you a second thought a year back. 

"..-Fine." Both his fists dropped stiffly. "I get one point for being his father in the first place, though." 

"Heyy, no-!" It was your turn to get a little angry. 

"Too late. It's already been counted." 

"Fine then, but all the rest of the parent points have to be approved by me, meaning you can't just make stuff up." 

"Fine by me. It shouldn't be too hard to earn the rest." The mildest of smirks rose on the man's lips, again making your blood boil. 

"Ohh, just you wait and see." You attempted smirking back, however your steaming hot face made it rather unbelievable. 

"Here, I'll earn a couple points right now." Mysteriously, the man suddenly vanished in a flash of white. You stood there for a second or two until accepting that he was gone and sitting down on the nearest chair. It had been a full day, but you hadn't realized how tired you really were until you finally allowed yourself to sink into the soft cushions. The sofa alone was already more comfortable than any bed you had ever owned before it. After just a few minutes, you found yourself laying down. 

The flash of light suddenly returned, and so did Herobrine, who quickly scanned the room for you, finally seeing you were laying on the the nearest couch on your side with Steve still wrapped in your arms. 

"Should I put his bed in my room or your room? And, um, what kind of bed?" He asked. 

"Mm, he doesn't need his own bed. We got used to just sharing mine.." You spoke groggily, trying to wake yourself up quicker and be more alert. 

"Oh, so, should I just show you to your room, then..?" 

"M' fine here.... I mean...yeah." Forcing yourself to sit up, you rubbed your eyes before pulling your baby back onto your lap. Herobrine recognized you were about ready to pass out, so there was urgency running throughout him as you stood slowly. Once up, he quickly lead you by foot down a different hall to a room that was just a corner away, passing what looked to be a large kitchen along the way. 

You two passed a plain looking door Herobrine briefly mentioned was his room. The next door down the hallway to the right was yours, its door also looking plain and simple: spruce wood. You couldn't help but smile in your tiredness as you entered after your tour guide. The bed was massive, and it looked like it had a really thick mattress too. Drapes decorated its corners, and all the bedding, curtains, drapes, and pillow cases were grey, though different shades. You pranced over to the bed and flopped right in. You set Steve on the bed beside you. You could so easily fit little Steve to the side without worrying about him ever falling off. Herobrine was already making his way to the exit of the room. 

"Oh, and his name was..?" He asked, waiting patiently at the door for an answer. 

"..Steve." 

"Steve... It... fits him. Though, we really need to do something about that girly outfit." With that, the door was shut, for the first time in a long time you felt more peace in your situation than you had expected; and you hurried yourself and your child under the covers, all warn out and ready to get some rest. 

(Four chapters in one day! Whoooo!!)