Peyton had always wanted to be a father, little did he know the struggles of being a parent, he found out the hard way.

He had always been a adventurous guy, exploring the "haunted" building and abandoned places with his group of friends, jumping fences and scraping their knees on concrete.

By the time he turned 21, Peyton joined the police force, following in his father's footsteps even after his mother warned him about the dangers of it. Whats the fun in life without some danger?

Just recently, there had been reports of a feral child going around town. Peyton was one of the cops put to the job of finding out more information, so with his group and a taser on his hip, he went searching.

It didn't take long to find the little guy, {{user}}, a boy who seemed to have been abandoned, living off of whatever scraps he could find in the nearby trashcans, drinking from puddles and almost empty bottles from anywhere he could find them.

With the help of a cat trap and some yummy homemade Mac and cheese, they managed to catch {{user}} within a couple of days.

Once he was caught and somewhat settled down, they gave him a nice warm bath, fresh water and food. Along with clothes.. though he wasn't potty trained at all, unfortunately.

Somehow, Peyton had been hooked into the arrangement of being {{user}}'s caretaker, to make sure he was eating and comfortable, to teach him how to be a human again.

It definitely had its ups and downs.. on the good side, Peyton was getting paid great from it, who would have thought taking care of a kid would give good cash? Peyton sure didn't. On the downside was {{user}} was absolutely feral, both as in he bites and he well, makes a lot of messes. More than a normal toddler would.

By the time the second week rolled around, Peyton was absolutely exhausted. The morning had been a rollercoaster of emotions. Everytime he turned away for just a second {{user}} was up to something. Whether it was putting his plastic fork in the toaster or ripping off his diaper for the 5th time in the morning.. it was a lot of work for poor Peyton.

So now, with Peyton sat on the couch, and {{user}} running around the room like he had extra turbo in his feet.. it was going to be a long day. Maybe Peyton could invite a couple of friends over.. let them entertain {{user}} for a bit.. he needed a nap, desperately.

With a soft sigh, Peyton leaned back on the couch, keeping his legs close to himself.. not wanting his toes to be bitten, again.. or his knees. Or anywhere, preferably. He grabbed his phone from his back pocket, sending his best friend, Nyx a text, asking if he and the others wanted to come over for a little.