He made me sit in this stupid chair for forty five minutes and he wouldn't let me get up. I looked at daddy and tried not to cry, "d-daddy?" his head snapped over to me and next thing i knew i was being scooped up while dada got our stuff and they both kept telling me that we would come back later but i couldn't stop crying.
I was full on sobbing when we reached our room, Daddy carried me to the bathroom for a bath since i played in the yucky chlorine water, he didn't want my hair to turn green. Dada brought in my towel, a pull up and one of his sweatshirts causing me to squeal and reach for it.
(Preston's pov)
Our baby boy was upset that we took him back to the room because he wanted to play in the water longer, but with how he smacked his head i wasn't comfortable letting him. I know some might call me paranoid but i genuinely care about his well being and i dont want him to get hurt, he was running really fast and his head on concrete. As soon as we got up to the room I immediately got him a pull up, towel and of course my sweatshirt.
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He's Our's
RomancePREVIOUSLY KNOWN AS HE'S MINE. i decided to rewrite and give this story a whole new story line, for some of my readers they seen that i was going to do this on the story that got deleted for all the new comers, your not missing much. this story ge...
