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.
"If you both keep standing there and playing father and son game, then I might have to eat all this food, alone," Elena snapped from behind.
