"I think... I think I was so in love with the idea of saving myself that I didn't realize I was letting myself drown. "

"And now?"

"And now you're my lifeboat."


It was only meant to be a favour. Only meant to be for a few weeks. 

Yet when Stryker Odello finds himself a Daddy for a scarred little boy, he finds the darkness that swamped his life cracking and splits of light shining through.

High functioning alcoholic at best, meeting the needs of the little proved more challenging than he first anticipated. 

Broken and distrustful, getting through to Jamie Sinclair was a hard feat.

Both damaged from the past, hurt and cautious, could they learn to let go and figure out how to love again? 

Or was life's only joy to direct a tragedy?

His Little Boy

Inside the office, the colour bomb only got worse. Jamie was momentarily distracted from his worry by the walls that were painted to look like a rainbow. Stryker wanted to gouge his eyes out. Wanted to run down to the nearest hardware store and buy a bulk load of black paint and plaster the whole lot.

But it wasn't about him and he did his best to hide his hatred for the cheery setting.

/"Hi, my name is Becky. Welcome to Sunnydale,/" the young girl from behind the counter said cheerfully. Bubblegum pink hair—which Jamie gazed at, somewhat awestruck—and a bright smile, the girl stood. She looked around eighteen, maybe a little older, but she was a tiny little thing.

/"Sunnydale,/" Jamie echoed, his eyes glued to her colourful mane.

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