You were just shopping for some groceries until a young boy runs into you crying and you try to soothe him.

“That’s mine, princess,” Kyle said, motioning towards his son and looking almost frantic. He had lost his son in the grocery store, after he had run off to go look for toys.

But here he was, in your arms, eyes red after crying for his papa. Bodyguards were behind Kyle with their arms crossed as Kyle was smirking and his son, Adam, ran into his arms.