Luther took a deep breath in as Grace pulled out the IV off his arm, today is the day when he's done with the whole transitioning thing, after getting a hysterectomy after Katrina's birth, getting a vaginectomy, a phalloplasty, and a scrotoplasty. Luther grinned, feeling as Grace brushed the disinfectant to the spot where the IV was in. He has the hormone replacement therapy done, the top surgery done, and the bottom surgery done, he's done with the passing process.

Luther stood up from his bed, watching as Grace puts away the IV pole. Luther was about to walk away when he stopped near the table, watching the dented metal rod he remembers exactly what he used it for, to hold on to something without potentially breaking their bones. Luther closed his eyes as the corner of his lips pulled up, remembering how he once fractured Klaus' hand when he received his first testosterone shot. Sorry.

"Luther?"

"What is it, Mum?"

"Congratulations," Grace said. Luther waled to Grace's direction, giving her a full bear-hug.

"I couldn't have done it without you," Luther whispered to her ear, giving her cheek a soft kiss, even though he knows how pointless it may be.

Grace grinned and Luther pulled himself off, staring at the nursery table just behind her, remembering how Grace tested his daughter for Tay-Sachs, how relieved he was when Grace concluded that her beta-hexosaminidase A enzyme activity was just a bit over normal, making her just a carrier and not affected by it. He would prefer it to be not at all, but he'll take what he can get. He assumed she carried it from Reginald since he doesn't know his biological family history. Why did the NIPT test come out positive when she's just a carrier he doesn't know- Grace hypothesises that it's from his powers of super durability keeping it not be, and his power of super strength making what won't be seemed to be.

Luther stared at the clock around, looking at the time. Luther remembered that in his timetable, it's time to work on his research on evaluating the relationship between the lack of oxygen on the Moon to the ground composition and compare it to the ground composition of the Earth in terms of firmness. Damn it, doesn't Reginald know how to let him have actual, legit fun?

Luther left the infirmary, heading for his room. Luther closed his room door, slowly and silently tiptoeing to his study. Katrina is currently sitting in her crib, playing with her toys when she turned her head to face him, immediately outstretching her hands and making noises. Luther turned his head and walked to Katrina's crib, his study far from his mind.

"Hey, Darling," Luther greeted, walking closer to her crib, carrying her up. "Is someone hungry?"

"Toilet!" Katrina said. Luther nods, carrying Katrina to his chest, opening the door to the nearest bathroom. Luther puts Katrina down first, setting up the potty training seat before pulling down her trousers, letting Katrina sit on it.

"Done, Dada," Katrina said. Luther took a deep breath in as he flushed the toilet, wiping her arse with tissues, silently holding in his disgust as he threw the dirty tissues to the bin. After making sure Katrina was dry, Luther carried Katrina down, pulling up Katrina's trousers before carrying her up again, washing her hands and his own before putting her down.

"Are you hungry, Trina?" Luther asked. Katrina nodded and Luther smiled, holding her hand. "Let's go to the kitchen, ok?"

"Ok!" Katrina wobbled, Luther still tightly holding her hand as Katrina looked around.

"See anything you like?"

"Dah!" Katrina pointed to a painting as they pass the Art Gallery, leaning towards it. Luther followed her lead, carrying her up against his chest to where she rubbed his old painting, the half-sun half-moon.

"Dad painted that one, you know?" Luther said. Katrina made an 'eh?' which made Luther laughed. "You like it?"

"Very!" Katrina nodded. Luther chuckled as he kissed her cheeks, still jumping her up and down a bit. "Pretty."

"I like the painting too-" Luther nods. "Let's go eat, what do you want?"

"Mangoes?"

"Mangoes it is-" Luther nodded as he left, Katrina in his embrace as she reaches for the air. As Luther reaches the ground floor (as to reach the kitchen from their room is to pass through the guest room), Katrina stared at the door.

"What out there?" She asked, pointing at the door. Luther held her closer.

"That's the outside world, Honey," he said. "Someday, if Granddad says it's ok, you may go out. But now, you must stay here with me. Ok?"

"Why not?"

"I'll ask Granddad about letting you out later, ok?" Luther asked. Katrina wistfully stared at the door, continuously pouting. "Hey, stop pouting, Love."

"I want out."

"And you will, but someday, ok? I promise." Luther puts out his ring finger, which Katrina links it with hers.

"Ok."

Luther kept walking to the kitchen, carrying Katrina. Once they reach the kitchen, Luther puts Katrina in a high chair before preparing to skin some mangoes, cutting them to bite-size squares and placing them in a bowl, glazing the cuts with honey and getting some baby fork. Katrina accepts the fork, stabbing her mango square with it. Luther starts chuckling, looking at how silly she stabs it with such passion.

"Do you want milk?" Katrina hummed, and Luther took out some milk from the fridge, pouring it to a plastic cup and placing a plastic straw on it before handing it to Katrina.

"Luther," Grace called from the empty arc. Luther raised his brow as he looked at her. "Sir Reginald wants to see you."

"Please watch Katrina for me," Luther advised as he starts to leave, planting a kiss on his mother's cheeks, even though he knows she doesn't need it. Luther left the kitchen, riding up the stairs to see Reginald, opening his study door.

"You need me, Dad?"

"Close the door," Reginald commanded. Luther wasted no time as he closed the door behind him, following Reginald's orders.

"Yes?"

"You finally became a man, don't you?"

"I'm always a man, but I'm done with my transition," Luther nodded. Reginald nods, crossing his arms as he leans back.

"Come here," Reginald ordered. "Show me what your mother sculpted for you."

"No!" Luther frantically denied. "Uhh, Mum said I can't have sex until six weeks later."

"We don't have to have intercourse, Number One-" Reginald shook his head. "Come, show me what your mother sculpted for you."