-Logan Novak-
The sound of little footsteps running towards me was the first thing that greeted me as I entered our home.
"Daddy!" The voice of my little boy, Kyle, shouted before little hands wrapped around my legs. I beamed, moving to unwrap his arms around my legs, and taking him into my arms.
Looking at him, I beamed. He was now three and a miniature version of me. Of course, my sons took my charming features, and I was certainly elated. I noticed how his hair was falling to cover up his little hazel eyes. It had only been a week since we'd given him a trim, but his jet black hair was even longer than it had been before.
"Hey, buddy," I grinned, kissing his cheek.
"Daddy, can I have chocolate? Please?" He whispered, giving me his famous little pout.
I chuckled. Our little boy kne
