Erotic acts are instinctive; they fulfil a role in nature. The idea is familiar, but it is one that contains a paradox: there is nothing more natural than sexual desire; there is nothing less natural than the forms in which it is manifest and satisf...
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Avery seldom tapped into her ties within the Georgia government, but when Omar found himself in a tough situation, a couple of phone calls were all it took for him to secure a meeting with the Director of the Division of Family and Children Services.
Days had passed and he hadn't heard from Yasmine, he had gone as far as getting in contact with her closest family and friends who were equally perplexed by her disappearance.
Although his hatred towards the mother of his child ran deep, he refused to let her actions define the kind of father he wanted to be. Omar had always believed that every child deserved a stable home, and he was determined to provide that for his son, no matter the circumstances. The thought of Yasmine's reckless decisions jeopardizing their child's future fueled his resolve.
As he sat in the waiting room of the DFCS office, he felt a mix of anxiety and anger churning in his stomach. The sterile environment—white walls, fluorescent lights, and the distant sound of children playing—felt surreal. This was not where he envisioned himself, but he knew it was necessary.
"Baby, relax," Avery whispered as she placed her hand on his thigh soothingly, she could see in his eyes that he was nervous.
Omar was a great man, from whatever perspective you observed him. To the world he was a champion boxer, to those who knew him personally he was a fierce and loyal leader, he loved hard and protected fiercely. But in this moment, he felt vulnerable, exposed in a way that made him uncomfortable. The stakes were high, and he couldn't shake the feeling that everything was hanging in the balance.
"I'm trying," he replied, his voice low and strained. He appreciated Avery's presence more than he could express. She had been his rock through this tumultuous time, offering support and understanding when he needed it most.
"Just focus on Aiden," she encouraged, giving his thigh a gentle squeeze. "You're doing this for him, and you're going to be an amazing father. No matter what happens today, you've got this."
Omar took a deep breath, letting her words wash over him. He thought of Aiden's bright smile, the way his little hands reached for him, and the laughter that filled their home. That was what mattered. He couldn't let Yasmine's choices dictate his relationship with his son.
The door to the office opened, and a woman in her forties with kind eyes and a warm smile stepped out. "Mr. Johnson?" she called, her voice inviting.
Omar stood up, straightening his posture as he exchanged a glance with Avery. She nodded encouragingly, and he felt a surge of determination. "That's me," he said, walking toward her.
"Hi, I'm Director Thompson. Thank you for coming in today," she said, leading him into a small conference room. The walls were adorned with colourful artwork created by children, a stark contrast to the sterile waiting area.
"Thank you for seeing me," Omar replied, taking a seat across from her.
"I understand you're concerned about your son's well-being," she began, her tone professional yet empathetic. "Can you tell me a bit about the situation?"
