“Good morning,” Mickey greeted his son Miggy as he peppered him kisses on his neck and cheeks. “Wake up, Miggy. We need to go to mommy Andy’s house for breakfast,” he whispered.
Miggy yawned as he roused up from his sleep. He looked at his dad and smiled. “Mommy?” he asked.
“Yes. Come! Shower with daddy,” Mickey answered.
“Okay,” Miggy smiled, stretching his limbs. “Good morning, daddy….”
Mickey heaved a deep breath. “Good morning, son,” picking him up before resting him on his lap. “Did you have a great sleep?” he asked, brushing his hair.
Miggy nodded. “Yes.”
“Sweet, Let’s go!” Mickey stood up with his son. They entered the bathroom, and there he took his time to spend it with his son.
After speaking with Andy a few days ago, he finally made up his mind not to dwell on his
