“What the f**k, dad? You seriously have to walk into my house like an asshole pissing off my mate and child first thing in the morning. Your first f*****g time meeting them?” I sneered, meeting my father out on the front deck.
“I know, I’m sorry, Axel. I f****d up,” he took a deep breath, then looked up, glaring at me, “But you f****d up too! Why the f**k is Nate the one telling me I have a grandson?!”
Is he f*****g serious right now?
“I have had my mate and son for not even 3 days now. 3 days! Mom gave her such a warm welcome, why would I want to tell you? I had a hard enough time convincing her I wasn’t crazy and that Taegan was mine. Your rude ass would just have scared her away. You proved that just now.”
His face drops with shame. My dad is a tough as nails, take-no-s**t kind of
