After their father-son outing, Brian had taken the kid with him to grab a late lunch-- or early dinner, depending on how you looked at it. They'd been all but assaulted by single women at the cafe, all cooing over the kid and batting their eyelashes at dear old Dad. Barking up the wrong fucking tree.
Now, as Brian stepped off the elevator on his floor, the kid was dozing in his stroller, head lolling as he tried to keep himself awake.
Rounding the corner, Brian arched a brow at the sight of Max leaning against his door. "Look, Sonny Boy. Somebody left us a stray. Should we keep it?"
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After their father-son outing, Brian had taken the kid with him to grab a late lunch-- or early dinner, depending on how you looked at it. They'd been all but assaulted by single women at the cafe, all cooing over the kid and batting their eyelashes at dear old Dad. Barking up the wrong fucking tree.
Now, as Brian stepped off the elevator on his floor, the kid was dozing in his stroller, head lolling as he tried to keep himself awake.
Rounding the corner, Brian arched a brow at the sight of Max leaning against his door. "Look, Sonny Boy. Somebody left us a stray. Should we keep it?"