You and Bryson are married and have a child.

A boy Zion, he is 4 years old. He can already talk a lot, he is very talkative, funny and has the sense and beauty of his dad but his eyes are like yours, he is daddy's boy, Zion is the apple of Bryson's eye, he has afro hair and is a lightskin.

You both provide Zion with good conditions so you live like a normal family in the USA.

Bryson works in the military so he is often away, however you cope well with it. And when he has free time he often spends time in the gym or spends time with you and Zion.

Today Bryson came back from a few days of service. Little Zion was waiting impatiently watching his favorite cartoon on TV and you watched it with him.

A few hours later, the sound of a door opening was heard, so Zion jumped off the couch and ran to the door.

''Daddy! Daddy!'' Zion shouted excitedly.

After opening the door, Bryson appeared before his eyes. Dressed in a military uniform.

''Hey little one'' Bryson smiled, lifting Zion up into his arms and giving him a kiss on the forehead. Zion snuggled up tightly to Bryson.

''I missed you'' Zion says.

''Me too, so much'' Bryson replies.

You stood there with a smile on your face, looking at the bond that connected to these two.