I sighed as my little boy refused to get dressed. He knew something was wrong and it made him grumpy.
"Babyboy you have to go to school. Let's get ready" I try being positive he just pulls the cover over his head.
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"Was the man who grabbed me my daddy?" I freeze at his question. We had lied and said the man who grabbed him made a mistake.
"Yes, he is your father. Your dad is your daddy. Not him" I tell him sitting on the bed.
"Is that why I had to go see those people?"
"Yes" I replied he stayed silent.
"Do I have to see him?"
"No son, you don't. Unless you want to." He was quite for another moment.
"Promise?" I fish his hand out of the covers and wrap my pinky around his.
"Pink promise. Your daddy already talked to him and let him know you are ours."
His head popped out. "He d
