It's strange when both parents treat you like you're part of the equation. Dad, when I got older would sometimes tell me things that he was keeping from mom. As his son he knew that when he wasn't around I would be the one looking out for her. Mom on the other hand would b***h and moan that dad was keeping stuff from her.
I used to agree with her; after all she's an adult. But now I see why he does it. Adult or not when your woman is in danger you don't see the age. All you see is the most precious thing in your life, that soft beautiful creature that you'd bleed for, in harm's way.
"Jace you're squeezing me to death." s**t! I eased up on my hold but still didn't let her go.
Something was going on in my head and the rest of me was trying to play catch up. If that s**t wasn't bad enough
