"Really? Who am I going to meet today? Why aren't you coming with me?"The little boy tilted his head, his round eyes wide with worry.
The middle-aged man chuckled softly and patted the boy's messy hair. "I'm not going because I don't need to, kiddo. You're the one who's been saying you wanted to meet your mother, remember?"
The little boy pouted, his lower lip wobbling as he shook his head stubbornly. "But I need you there with me! What if she tries to take me away?" His voice dropped to a whisper, like he was confessing a terrible secret. "I just want to know what she looks like... it's not like I wanna go with her or anything. I love you."
The man laughed, a warm rumble in his chest, and patted the boy's head again, ruffling his soft hair. "And I love you too, little rascal. You're all grown up now—you can handle this. Besides, she'll also introduce you to another man today."
The boy's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Another man?"
