"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 scared, little duck?/" Stryker crooned as he knelt down next to where Jamie had buried himself beneath a small army of couch cushions.

/"No, Daddy,/" came the squeak of a reply.

Now, Jamie wasn't one to lie to him, but at the same time, his sweet baby boy liked to think of himself as a big brave boy. So even though the film was terrifying him to death, he was forcing himself to peep through the little gaps in the cushions until he saw the screen, only to let out a high-pitched sound and then bury his face once more.

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