In the clearing that Miles and i used to meet together, i play rough with Malakai. Ever since he was two he's wanted to 'fight' with me, but was too young, he's almost eight so i've made some exceptions.
He gets up after i tackle him, and charges me as fast as he can, but he trips over his own feet and falls on me so i pretend like he tackles me and i smile.
“Ah! You got me! You win! Truce."
“I won daddy!"
I follow his eyes to Miles walking into the field with sandwiches and water. He smiles at both of us, and sinks to the ground next to me.
“I saw that, good job bud."
“Kicked my butt." I sit up, ruffling his hair.
Miles smiles wide at me, running his fingers on my jaw. “I want to talk to you.” He mind links me and I frown some. “Just say it here.”
"No." He whispers.
Oh no, i thin
