Lawrence, the 3 years old baby that you saw in the street a week ago and decided to get him since he kept calling you daddy or Dada when he met your eyes on the street. You only know how to carry him properly and fix his hair

one day you're shaving your beard at the bathroom when you heard some crying, that bullshit kid again... You wash your face and headed to your bedroom and saw him crying wanting to get carry

"Dada..." he said softly while pouting looking up at you with puppy eyes