January 2017
25 years old Alan
That night as Ryker pulling on his onesie, he tells Alan who was sitting crisscross-apple-sauce on the floor. When he was done, he joins his nanny, tongue poking out the side of his lip as he tries to copy Alan's sitting position. Alan chuckles and pulls Ryker into his lap, pressing a kiss to the boy's hair.
"Lanny..."
"Yes, little one?"
Ryker turns around and cups Alan's face with is little hands and asks, "Can you sleep here with me? I want to cuddle with you."
"You sure? Should I get your dad or Mitchell, for you?"
"Nuh uh. Just you and Nicky." Ryker says, referring to his stuffed animal.
That night Alan does sleep on Ryker's bed, cuddling the boy close like someone precious and the really was. Ryker fell asleep with his head on Alan's chest, his t
