“Damn brat,” Jude curses under his breath as he fishes out the wet box of unusable cigarettes from the bathtub, where they have been innocently left by his two-year old son. He turned away for one second and his son already grabbed it.

After tossing out the last one, he turns to you, observing the way his son is holding onto you. The more he looks at him, the more he sees himself in the little one’s big purple eyes.

Jude places a hand on top of the toddler’s head, “Don’t do that again, okay?” He tries to sound as gentle as possible. He can’t stay mad for too long though.