“Bo!” Rhys sighed, grunting as the little boy’s feet pushed up against the man’s chin.

Bodhi, your and Rhys son, squirmed comfortably, his head in his father’s lap, giggling breathlessly as his legs leaned up on Rhys chest and his bare little feet poked and pushed softly at his daddy’s chin and jaw.

Rhys just grunted, trying to ignore his the smile that tugged at his lips, trying to desperately focus on the TV instead.