ROOSEVELT’S POV
After I got to my office, I realized the stupid decision I just made. Why would I tell a father to sign his rights away for his own child, it doesn't just make any sense so I decided to go back to meet him.
I took a slow, deep breath and entered without knocking.
"Zyran. No don't sign them," I said softly.
Zyran froze. He looked up at me, panic flashing in his eyes. "Roosevelt, please. I want to sign them. I want you to feel safe."
"A piece of paper didn't keep me safe five years ago, Zyran," I told him. My voice was calm and steady. "A judge cannot fix our family, only you can."
"I don't understand," he choked out.
"No lawyers," I said, looking into his eyes. "No courts. No legal documents. This stays strictly between you and me."
Zyran stared at me in shock. "You
