Darius
“Hey little man, I need you to go to sleep, so I can ravish your mama,” I said, to my two-month-old son. He stared at me with his gray-blue eyes. He had his mama’s eyes just darker.
When he was born, his blonde hair was so bright, with his light toasted skin color, it looked really weird. But now his hair has darkened to a more dark almond color, and he looked way better, thank God! When he gets older, he’s going to drive the women crazy with his eyes. I can already see it. I couldn’t help but chuckle. He pursed his pink lips and I leaned down and kissed him.
“I love you too, Nico. You’re my pride and joy.” He made a face and let out a liquid fart that went on for a good minute with a long grunt.
“Thanks son,” I laughed.
I changed his diaper, dressed him in a gray ones
