Liv leaned his waist onto the freezing counter, his finger tips lightly tracing the end of the flat surface as his palms stung from the coldness seeping into them, making the skin a soft red.

His eyes stayed glued onto the spotty microwave as the seconds went down in a slowly antagonizing manner, a scoff escaped his lips. His eyes slowly traveling to the living room.

He didn’t know how he got here, having been a independent loner and now he was a parent with a kid after a reckless hook-up.

He didn’t regret the incident though. Not when his little gremlin ran around the apartment with a smile that could shoot someone dead. Or light up a city, he was still trying to get better at using positive words.