Theron
Being an almost eighteen year old dad is hard. Responsibilities are piled sky high and the odds of me being a good dad like mine was to me is quite bleak. But the smile on my baby's face makes me think I'm doing alright.
But along came Bobby...
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Theron
Lunchtime.
This is the time of day I loathed with every fiber of my being. Sitting at a designated 'loser' table, yep ya heard right. Those dumb jocks designated a 'loser' area too so if you didn't want the holy ghost beaten out of you then you best stay in your section and boy did I.
I had to make sure my body was in good and working condition at all times, as skinny as I might be.
Ah yes, today was no different. Me with my ear buds in hoping my stomach didn't collapse on itself from hunger. The noise in the cafeteria was so loud that the beat up headphones couldn't drown it out.
Gad! Don't these kids ever shut their mouths for more than a minute?
Face planting onto the table when the guffaws from the popular kids grew louder and louder, the music was just a whisper you have to concentrate on if you wanted to hear it. Then all of a sudden the noise died down abruptly.
Like did somebody get killed or something?
Slowly opening my eyes I looked left then right. Huh?
Everyone had their mouths opened like they're catching flies. I snickered to myself just as a sound penetrated my eardrums and a huge smile just break danced itself onto my face and no, it was not the sexy flow of G Easy, it was a voice I love even more than myself.
"Daddy? Daddy! Daddy?" little Kyros screamed running down the aisles of people and looking around desperately. Everyone was in total shock, some had little smiles.
Ky and I were given Greek names. Our family was obsessed with anything Greek. My name Theron means Hunter or hard to tame and Kyros means lordly. I just call him Ky for short, god knows the amount of shit he deals with about his weird ass name but I think Kyros is kinda cute, Kyros, Kyros. Getting the hang of it yet?
I pulled the buds off and stood, slowly I walked towards Ky whose back was turned. I snickered again when Ky's little bum stuck up in the air while he searched under the tables too.
I was just about five feet away when Ky spun around and saw me, a little frown on his chubby face but damn, my heart just jolted at the humongous smile that overtook my baby's face, and then the kid started running as if his life depended on it screaming, "Daddy! Daddy!"
