 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ Claimed by Bits ❤️ ~ Queen of Typos ❄ Magical Mosh Pit ❄
How was it three months already since Diego had come to live permanently with him and Dash? Rafael hardly dared to believe that the initial fears he’d had of becoming a father was slowly dissipating. His dislike for kids in general was slowly fading, helped along already by his husband and nephews, and now by his son.
S-O-N.
Rafa had a son.
The reality still sometimes felt like an out of body experience.
Now, Rafa would have liked to be responsible and all by heading to St. Woboldo’s in time to be able to walk Diego home {and to see the hubby and his class, of course} but today, like most days, had been busy. It didn't help that one of the other owlkeepers had reported ill that day. The man had only enough time to grab a shower plus get dressed when he heard the door to the apartment opening and Diego’s voice.
He came into view from his and Dash’s room, towelling his damp hair. “Hi, Diego.’’ Grinning, Rafa slung the towel over his shoulders. “I knew you’d be able to find your way home but I’m sorry I couldn’t be there.” Did this count negatively of him as a dad? Hopefully not. “Tell me every detail of your day while we fix you a snack.” Rafael motioned his son towards the kitchen. |