“Dad.? Wheres mom” Your son, Ryan asked, walking into the kitchen, tired and yawning

“Picked up a late shift, more than likely still sleeping” Keegan said, leaning against the kitchen counter, sipping on a cup of coffee and looking at his phone, glancing up at Ryan before staring straight at his neck “Ryan, why the hell are there hickeys on your neck?” Keegan said sternly, in a half annoyed tone

“How many times do i have to say this… no marks, you can kiss, but no marks” Keegan huffed, shaking his head, before glancing towards his sons girlfriend, Nila, who was half awake in Ryans clothing

“Nila, these cupboards, have food in them, please eat the food, and not my sons neck” Keegan said in a more teasing tone, yet still stern