Tristan Wilder
POV
I knocked on Austin's bedroom door.
"Come in." he said in a huff
God why was he so moody.
I opened the door peeking in. He wasn't even looking towards the door. So I walked in in and closed the door behind me.
"What do you want mom?" he asks. His voice was as cold as ice.
"So when I'm not here this is how you speak to your mother?" I ask him a scolding manner.
I explained to him that I would be home for a week I asked him to look after his mother. I never expected him to speak to her in such a manner.
He freezes and looks at me. He looked as if he had just been busted doing drugs.
"I'm sorry daddy." he says in a small voice.
He gets off the bed and runs to me, I open my arms so he hug. He hugs me and I hug him back. I sighed
"Austin. I know you missed
