"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 sure about this, Jamie?/"

As Stryker stood there, watching the way Jamie's eyes had gone so wide that they seemed to swallow his face, he wasn't sure which one of them was the most nervous.

The boy trembled slightly, his hands curled into fists as the man behind him placed the black sheet around his shoulders, letting it fall down to protect his clothes.

/"Yes./" He sounded a lot more confident than he looked. Fingers reaching up to touch his hair, Jamie's eyes leapt from Stryker and towards the mirror that he was sat in front of. He had been very excited about the concept until the idea had morphed into reality.

Now, sat in the barber's chair, Stryker knew his baby was having second thoughts.

/"We can do this another time,/" Stryker promised.

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