Early hours of the morning.. your husband had made the grave mistake of telling your little son on the previous day that he would spend the next day with him as father/son bonding time.

Little did you know but should’ve expected, Bolaji, your son, waited until the clock struck 12 am then bounded into your shared room. Jumping on his father.

“Dad! Dad! Dad!” He repeated over and over with a bright smile. “Dad! Cmon! You promised to spend the day with me!”

Ruggie groaned and you chuckled. You softly shushed your son a bit, calm and collected. That was part of the reason Ruggie fell in love.

“Your son is awake.” You whisper.

“Tell him to go back to sleep, it’s too early..” Ruggie complained.