[3rd Person’s POV]
Amidst his aching heart, soul, and body, Randy moves on. Hoping for the best. He cooked food for his son and his husband. While setting up the table, he heard footsteps coming downstairs. As he narrowed his eyes at the staircase, tears pooled in his eyes.
“M-Mommy!” Randorne cried, running towards his mom. With arms wide open, he hugged Randy. “I missed you so much, baby,” he kissed Randorne’s head, hugging the kid as if his life depended on it. Randorne was his most inspiration to survive. He knew that the kid still needed him.
Randy carried Randorne in his arms. “Y-You went away without telling me,” there was a hint of objection in Randorne’s tone. Randy kissed his son’s cheek. He understood to where his son’s sudden outburts came from. “I-I know, baby. T-That’s w
