"You would never." She hissed.
"Why not? I want to be with my son as much as you want to be with him." He ignored her sad expression. "You have been with him all his life. Shall I assume the first two days are mine?"
"You are using our son to prove a point, yet you think I'm the heartless one?" She laughed bitterly. "Fine. Take him away tomorrow. Do whatever you want. But if a single wisp of hair is missing on his head, I'll get a restraining order against you."
"Good luck with that." He was too happy to argue with her. This was his first real chance to bond with his son so a few displeased glares were not enough to dampen his mood.
Early the next morning, she was woken up by the lunatic's loud knocks. She groggily opened the door. "Are you fucking insane?"
"Just excited to see my son." He held up all the toys and snacks he had brought. As if on cue, Angel ran out as soon as he heard his voice and hugged his legs. "Papa!"
