Tyson Alexander Archer.
Archer. The worlds most feared word.
Tyson is a friendless asshole who breaks the rules and doesn't care about others feelings. He's also very dominant and demanding, yet sarcastic. Tyson is a ruthless, dangerous killer that...
I roll out of Tysons grip to check my phone, but he pulls me back into his chest, making me laugh. "Babeee"
"It's cold" he says.
"Oh?" I peck his lips and he nods. "I have an idea"
He smirks. "What would that be?"
"Shut up, you already know" I chuckle and he laughs. "We have to do this quick tho, it's Knox's birthday and he's gonna run in once he wakes up, which is in like fifteen minutes"
"Blah blah blah, can I fuck you now?" he asks and I laugh. He hovers over me and passionately kisses me.
I run my finger through his hair and kiss back.
He then sucks my neck, giving hickeys. He then finds my sweet spot, making me moan. "Hurry up" I say.
"Patience baby" he kisses me.
"Mom! Dad!" Knox walks in making us immediately stop and Tyson get off me. "That was... disturbing" he says in his raspy morning voice.
"Yea yea like you'll never do that" Tyson says.
"Right" Knox shakes his head. "Anyways-"
"YOURE FIFTEEN!" Tyson and I jump out of bed to hug him.
"Guysss" Knox laughs.
We pull back. "Get ready baby, you're permit test is in an hour" I rub his back.
"Right right. I'll go study that actually" he turns around and runs off.
"Devil child" Tyson laughs and I playfully smack my chest. "What?!"
I laugh. "Don't call our son that"
"It's true!" Tyson says.
"Okay yea"
"See!"
**
I pull into the bulldog and see my little boy, sitting with his elbow on the concrete wall while he bites his nails.
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Oh no...
I get out of my car and he turns to me. "Mom..." he stands up.
"Hey baby! How did the test go?" I smile.
He looks down. "I failed"
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