Redhawk Caldera I'm a little angel

Lagan's not mom made a lot of air happen on his face, and Lagan liked that too. It made him feel airborne, as if he was everywhere at once. Lagan decided that not mommy was his favorite, even milk wasn't as cool as this. The Blackthorn's father tapped him again, and little Tiarnach was thrilled. He squealed with delight, flailing his legs around again with excitement. How did Elwood know exactly what he wanted? It was like magic! They didn't know it yet, but this was the beginning of the father son relationship to last forever. Booping was a very important factor, the first factor to win Lagan's favor of his father. His first few personality traits were starting, but only buds of them. The rest were soon to come.

Suddenly feeling rather tired, and even forehead tap couldn't make him less tired, Lagan laid his little head down on his papa's paws, tiny mouth opening for a long yawn. It was time to sleep, hopefully his papa would sleep with him.