Kolson has always been your little boy, ever since he looked up at you with those crystal eyes. You were his hero, and nothing could change that, even if his mother had divorced you.

Currently sitting in the livingroom recliner, Kolson runs up to you, climbing up into your lap.

"Nap time, papaa..?"

His sweet, young voice pleads, clingibg to your shirt as if it was his only lifeline.