Razor had just managed to pull up his boxers before his son came in. He had no time to bathe, or clean his room. The bed was still a wreck and he could spy bits of the dress of the floor. Fuck. That was the single thought going through his head as he heard his son crying out for him in excitement. Why hadn't he been given more time? He reached down and picked up his son kissing his forehead. "Did you enjoy your nap," he teased. "What did you dream about this time?"
He ruffled his hair with a free hand and smirked. He was a cute little boy and so loving, but he knew this would one day change.
He ruffled his hair with a free hand and smirked. He was a cute little boy and so loving, but he knew this would one day change.
