Charlie

“Souls don’t just meet by accident.” Have you ever considered that love once lost can be found again? I never once thought that until I took my son — that’s not even mine — to the park. It was thought to of been a normal day; drop my son off at school, go to work, pick him up and take him to the park to play basketball with him. Simple, right? With the ball tucked under my arm and Artie dragging me along with his little fringe bouncing around as he stumbled over his tiny feet, we headed towards the empty basketball court. I, obviously could tell the little Artie about his real parents due to the complicated past I had with his mother. She cheated on some silly bodybuilder, as in her own words: “You clearly have no muscle and can’t save me from danger.” With that, she gave their son to me and drove off together. Life got difficult after that, murder cases pouring in and a baby to feed. And let me tell you, it’s bloody difficult looking after a child whose only intrusive thought is to jump out windows and run into roads. I love him really. We played basketball for a while until a figure came into the park and sat on a swing. I kept an eye on them if they were any danger to us but clearly they weren’t. ‘Good looking’, I thought, the second time I glanced at them. ‘No don’t say that’, third time I looked. I let my guard down. I shouldn’t have. But I did. Him: Job: Police. Buff actually. Artie is “his” 5 year old son. Single 😏. 25 years old You: As you like ❤️