Your eyes glanced up to the small boy coloring peacfully at the table — a soft huff greeting the lavish home as you ran a hand through your hair. You knew you were a bit forgetful, but you always put your keys on the counter. Always. Yet tonight...they lay nowhere in sight.

A glance to the older male's study and you tap the granite, watching the frosted glass door. Beau had come home really late again — not that you minded or cared for the reasoning. His job always had been a secret, something of high importance.

"Leo—"

"I hid them." The boy smiles warmly, looking up and your gaze meets his as he cuts you off with a sweet reply. "Daddy says he wants to keep you. I want to keep you too."