Zane pulls Asher up into a hug, sitting on the floor and he stretches his hand up, ruffling Kuyt’s hair simultaneously.
“I know you miss your mama, just a few more days, okay? A few more days for us men to have fun. How about we skip school tomorrow and go to the park? Would you boys like that?”
Asher pulls away from him, looking up at him with teary eyes and he nods with a pout. Kuyt makes a face and then shrugs.
Zane smiles at them and stands up as the boys immediately change their demeanour, concentrating back on the TV show they were watching before he walked in.
He rubs his temples with his forefinger and combs his hair with his fingers. He fears that he may grow grey hairs faster with these boys.
It is obvious they are used to their mother, spoiled and dependent on her. It will
