11 years later...
Ryker's POV
Bryson walks into the kitchen as I set down my mug of coffee. "hey," he grunts at me.
"School called; they said you skipped class," I say, leaning back in the chair and looking at him.
"Yeah, so?" He questions, glaring at me. What happened to the sweet baby boy I met all those years ago? He had been so irritable and disrespectful, especially to Alyssa, the last few weeks. She acts like it doesn't bother her, but it does. She's worried about him, and it's keeping her up at night.
"You're lucky they called me and not your Mom," I comment.
"Oh, am I?" he comments, opening the fridge and pulling out a soda.
"Yes. Do you know how disappointed she would be?" I say, standing up from my chair.
"What does it matter? She's not my Mom, and you're not my Dad." he
