Addison had entered his life when she'd been but a few months old. Jefferson had known nothing of parenting, assuming that the lost and forgotten days before the onset of amnesia were spent with much more freedom: he'd raped at least one chick, who was to say there hadn't been more? Apparently mindless idiots and rapists had no concern with immediate parenthood. Instead, Maluki had a streak of procrastination and decided to worry about potential children later in life, such as after he got his brains knocked around and could push the responsibility to his new self, Jefferson. Charming.
As Kansas raised his girl into his arms, the cyclops smiled. He'd done the same for the little bundle he'd adopted, whether it was the nights she couldn't sleep, was sick, or was in pain from frostbitten remnants. He'd lost plenty of sleep over her and rescued her more that once. Was that the definition of parenthood? Geneva had seen it in him, declaring his character to be capable of love because of how he treated the little pup. Was he a parent? He was a guardian for Addison, but not her father. As for Miriette and her brothers, he was the bane of their existence... and never a father for them, either. He smiled at Cambria's cutesy exclamation for Kansas, but a nagging feeling scratched at his mind and gut. Of course, it didn't occur to him that she didn't know what snow was. Addison, after all, had been somewhat afraid of it. "Don't worry about snow," he smirked. Pups always seemed to love their first winter, if not just at first. Snow was an amazing thing for an unknowing child. "...And yes, Addison is very happy. Maybe you'll get to meet her sometime." Or so he assumed. She seemed happy enough.