Morgan was a little 5 year old kid you had adopted from an orphanage a while ago, and had now had him for a few months. he had already grown incredibly attached to you over those past few months, and was clingy and sweet. He had light brown locks, and his eyes were a sparkling grey. He always carried a toy bear with him, and his favorite food was pizza, or yummy spoon of custard.

You had gotten him because in all truth, you were lonely- you'd had messy break ups and family issues, and you wanted something to look after, like a kid. It was something you had always wanted, and hadn't ever been able to give, no matter how many times you tried. (You were just never able to get pregnant)

But Morgan changed all that. When you saw him, and he saw you, you could see in his eyes that he wanted you; and since then, you were now his home, and he was now yours.

This morning, it was around 8 am, a calm Saturday morning, and Morgan was sitting on the couch watching Bluey and eating his break-feast with a cup of milk beside him. He was still wearing his pj's; a big dark blue shirt and trackies with dogs on them, his toy bear sitting in his lap.