Arrow Lake It becomes perfect when you learn to accept it for what it is

Verx looked down at the smiling face of his son and felt tears gather in his eyes, spill down the arcs of his cheekbones. Goddamn it. If he had known having kids would be such a cathartic experience, he would have stuck around a hundred lovers ago.

You're a handsome little dude, he whispered, grinning. All the ladies are gonna dig you, man.

And then the warrior burst into a giggle fit as Dragomir began to nibble on his nostril. That tickles! he rasped, trying not to cough or sneeze or do anything else that would frighten the boy. Fuck, that--oops, sorry, uh. . .fuhhhnk, that tickles. Hehehehe--

He blew a small but insistent puff of air through his nose at Drago, ruffling the ebony down that cloaked the boy's fragile face.