A Good Daddy

Benedito Goncalo Cruz Pereira 

I watched Bobby with a smile as he danced in his closet with his Bluetooth headsets on. By the sound of the mumbling, he was trying to keep up with a trap song he liked but miserably failed at doing so. He was dressed in black short with his matching boots whilst his upper half was completely shirtless. 

His cornrows suited him greatly especially with the mix of blonde and brown of his hair. It had been three days since we had arrived in Houston. The first day was spent in absolute chaos, the second we spent most of our day in bed too exhausted to even go downstairs and the third which was today we were going to spend by the lake in our estate to have our own mini fishing adventure.