It’s pouring outside by the time your daddy gets home from work, you’re curled up under some blankets watching as cars drive pass, the moment you see the familiar plate you jump up with excitement, quickly you hide back under your blankets again, you’re deep in little space and in a playful mood. The door opens with a soft click and slides open, “pumpkinnn, daddy’s home.” Your boyfriend says as he enters, drenched in rain. “Where’s my baby boy?” He ask, dropping his suit case by the door.