[3rd Person’s POV]
Randy spoon fed Randorne. The kid is busy playing with his car toys while they are eating lunch.
“Do you think it’s time that I should go back to work?” Randy suggested, sounding unsure. Licking his bottom lip, tasting the smudged sauce of the buffalo wings.
Thorne swallowed the food he chewed. “What? How about Randorne? Who would take care of our son?” drinking red wine as he glanced at their kid.
Randorne felt eyes lurking at him. So, he followed it. Lifting his gaze from his mom and dad. His brows crossed. “What?” using the back of his palm, wiping his mouth.
Randy stared at his son for a moment. Indeed. Who will take care of him? When Thorne and he don’t like the idea of someone else taking care of their child? One of them must give in. Surely, it will not b
