I walk in the door and see Tucker sitting in the window seat that I used to sit at when I was younger. Something about the room and being surrounded by my moms paintings put me in a calm state. Apparently Tucker feels the same way since this is his go to spot now as well.
"Tucker, it's mommy and daddy. Can we come join you?" I ask him as Christopher steps beside me as we look at him. At the sound of my voice, he turns his head towards us and my heart breaks. There are tear stains on his cheeks and his eyes are red from crying. I quickly walk over to him and engulf him in my arms. "It will be okay, little prince."
I feel him shake his head in denial as he clings to me. "No it won't. Uncle Gray hurt daddy."
Christopher kneels down beside us as he places a hand on Tucker. His little head pulls back and he launches himself at Christopher without a second thought. Christopher holds him to him for a moment before pulling him away and having him sit on the window seat again.
