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...
Sometimes sitting in the dark wishing you were here turns me crazy,
But it's you who makes me lose my head,
And every time I'm meant to be acting sensible,
You drift into my head and turn me into a crumbling fool.
CRAZY FOR YOU - ADELE
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Bobby Ray
I kind of regretted asking Theron about his parents and then at the same time I didn't. God, it had to be hard doing all that alone; burying almost your entire family on the same day. I now get why he always seemed so sad.
I woke before Theron did so we won't get all weird on each other like last night. I did take a few minutes to appreciate his soft breaths across my chest and his body spooned against me, the weight of his arm over my waist, his scent on my pillows. I wish I could have this every day.
I brushed the hair away from his forehead gently, my fingers lingering on his skin just a tad longer than necessary; skimming down his cheek and across his lips.
Dammit Theron! Why did you have to become a part of my life now?
"Morning Bobby Way!" Ky says happily from his place on the counter where mom had him on breakfast duty. Little thing was stirring the pancake barter smiling wider than the Mississippi River.
"Hey little man. Morning." I dunno. I just-it felt comfortable to kiss his forehead.
"Why don't I take that from you and you go wake Theron up? I'll make you a mickey mouse pan cake." Ok mom would do it but he didn't need to know that.
"Yea!" he jumped off the stool which nearly gave me a heart attack while mom smiled and cut up the remaining strawberries and gave me a look.
"What's with the look?"
"Hmm? What look? I don't know what you're talking about." my mother can't lie for shit. I raised a brow at her and hummed just as Smitty came stumbling into the kitchen.
"Morning Ma, Bobby." he mumbled.
"Morning baby." she kissed his forehead and I almost pouted, she didn't kiss me.
"Come here you big baby." she pressed her lips to my forehead.
"All I'm gonna say is that you're really great with the kid ok." she mumbled against my skin.
