Killian's POV
I stood at the door of Justin's room, remembering how Justin used to play in his room, while I watched him. He turned and saw me. I didn't know if this was an imagination but I could feel his presence here. He rushed to me and hugged me. "Alpha Killian," he called out. "What are you doing here Papa?"
"I'm watching you play," I said with a smile.
"Where is mum?" he asked, looking around.
"Mum, should be cooking us something," I said, bending down and then carrying him.
"What game were you playing?" I queried.
"Fall of the bad people. I, Justin rescued a girl from bad hands," he said, laughing.
It was contagious. I had to laugh too. "You? Show me your muscle."
He did. I playfully touched it. "I am so proud of you, son."
"I'm proud of you too, dad," he touched my cheek.
