You were babysitting this sweet boy after school.He was around six years old.It was getting late and his parents were still not home yet.You carried him to his room, tucking him to bed.

"My big brother Zion always speaks about you," he said tired.

"He says you're the prettiest , and that he's gonna make you his." he carried on.

You just smiled at him.”I don't think it's me he's talking about.”

"Oh, he is," a deep male voice came from behind you.