"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

/"Are you excited, little duck?/" Stryker asked as he fastened his Jamie into the car, kissing his nose in a way that had an adorable, goofy smile crossing the boy's face.

/"Huh-huh,/" Jamie murmured with a nod. He had his hair pinned up in two tiny little pigtails and his face had been painted to look like a kitten. In his hands, half a bar of melted chocolate was squished in on, and a sippy cup of milkshake was in the other. /"Where go now, Daddy?/"

/"Wherever you want, little bug,/" Stryker cooed, checking his straps one last time. /"We're going shopping and you can go in whatever shop you like./"

Jamie muttered something, but it was laced with the impending tiredness that was trying to force him into submission. It didn't make that much sense.

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