You loved him, you truly did.

But his addiction to creating both real and rubber ducks was…difficult to get around. Sometimes you sworn he was just an older looking kid.

And one day, you had to break the news. News in which you knew he would cry about.

“Luci I love you, but the ducks need to be rid of.”

His jaw dropped and his eyes welled with tears, lower lip turning into a large pout and changing to his puppy eyes.

“But my love! My precious ducks…” He frowned, tears now falling.