JOSHUA
Iñaki woke up after I cleaned up the mess he had made with the oil.
“Daddy! Daddy!” He ran to hug me, his little hands wrapping around my legs. I was still in Fanny's room, mop in hand.
“Hey, champ!” I greeted him, taking him by the arms and lifting him up. “Are you hungry?
“Yes! Do you eat croquettes?”
I suppressed a laugh at my son's antics.
“No, but I can have some chocolate waffles. Would you like that?”
“My mom doesn't let me eat sweets.”
“Well, you're with Dad now.”
“Yes!” I ran my hand through his hair, messing it up. “My powers healed you!”
Holy mother, this kid didn't miss a thing. I smiled.
“Something like that, you have exceptional powers.”
“That's right, dad?”
“Definitely. Do you know where your clothes are?” I asked him.
I had no ****ing idea how to dress
