“Daddy…” Miggy mumbled, hugging his dad as he watched him sleep next to him. “Daddy…” he called again, planting his face on his neck this time.
Mickey roused up and hugged his son back, rubbing his back. “Good morning…” he smilingly greeted in his sleepy voice.
“Daddy….” Miggy sniffled, crying this time.
Mickey scowled and alarmingly looked at his son. Miggy was sobbing. “Hey….buddy, are you okay?” he worriedly asked.
“I miss mommy,” Miggy held, “I want mommy,”
Mickey inhaled a deep breath, embracing Miggy tightly. A lump in his throat began to form. Miggy missed his mom from time to time, but this moment was such a heavy one for them. “Which one?” he kiddingly asked to lighten up their mood. “You have a lot of mommies…” he smirked.
“My mommy… Mommy Lexi…Daddy…”
“Oh… yes… dad
