Your mother was a random scientist who caught a blond man's eye. Your father? The bad ass Albert Wesker. ⭐ "What are you...?" Wesker trailed off, watching with narrowed eyes as you inched towards his sunglasses. He just dropped them trying to make sure that you didn't hurt yourself, but it seemed your attention was on his sunglasses now. You picked them up, looking at them curiously before sliding them (with much difficulty) on your face. "Stwupid Chwis..." You muttered, crossing your arms. Wesker's lips quirked into a smile.