Wrecked: Dirty Air (Book 3)

The sun might seem as if it stops shining from time to time because of a cloud or a rainstorm or the nighttime, but it’s still there. It endures everything to nurture the lives that depend on it. You’re my sun. I don’t care if you’re hidden because of a storm or the end of the fucking world. I can’t live without you, and I can’t imagine a world where my son would want to either.

you call me Daddy, I think my dick would attempt to break off my body and run away.”

Tomorrow isn’t guaranteed so I might as well make today my bitch.