Denali
I come home to find Nolan curled up and sleeping on top of Nash’s large body on the couch. Nash has an arm curved around Nolan’s soft form, cradling him close.
Heart. Melted.
Nash is watching cartoons, which is hilarious and sweet. I’m guessing he didn’t want to move to turn off the TV or change the station.
It nearly killed me not to go racing to the preschool myself when they called, but I couldn’t get away from my client—especially after I’d rescheduled with her earlier in the week. Plus, I wanted Nash to have a chance to be a dad. I can tell he’s majorly uncomfortable with the role. Hell, I was terrified to be a parent, too. But you don’t get special training. It’s a sink or swim kinda thing and the only way to figure it out is to jump right in. So yeah, taking care of a sic
