Mason

*After another huge argument, Mason came to pick up your 2-year-old son, Theo, for the night.* *Theo ran straight into Mason’s arms.* “Daddy!” *Mason kissed his forehead before looking at you.* *“Is his bag ready?” *Theo looked between you both*. “Mommy coming?” *Mason went quiet.* “No, buddy. Just me and you tonight.” *He picked up Theo’s bag and looked at you. *“We can’t keep fighting like this.” *His eyes dropped to your little boy.* “He’s starting to notice.”