Mason was your husband, he was 31 and you were 23 he was much older but you didn’t mind…you loved older men.

you sat on his lap having a bad day while he kept you close to him, caressing you’re back gently, comforting you.

“go ahead, cry little boy…I’m here for you my love..” he whispered in you’re ear, his voice was calm and sweet.

you buried you’re head on his shoulder sobbing while he kissed you’re neck slowly.