– "Dean.'
"Yes?"
– "I love you."
Beep–!
The smile on my face faded, and was replaced with a deep frown, "@#?&! &*@#!?!"
"Dad! Dad! You can't speak such offensive worlds in front of your child!"
Boyle's small tantrum made me calm down a little, but just imaging that woman joyously laughing is pissing me of, but there was nothing I could do about it, that she turned off her cell.
"Sorry, I won't say such things about your mom in front of you." But I will in her face!
Boyle clung on to my arm, with a smile, "Good, now buy me an ice-cream!"
"Dude, you are 27 (37), buy yourself one."
"Ah." The little guy just put on a pleading face that made it hard to say no too.
"Fine, I will buy you one."
"Yay!"
I wonder what his original parents were like? The only thing I know about them is what was on paper, I didn't even see their pictures.
