THREE MONTHS | WESSOY
Little feet settle in the sand, bucket and shovel excitedly bouncing as Wyatt’s body wiggles in a run toward Sawyer. “Get him, kid!” Wesley beams with a gentle chuckle. Moving to San Francisco had freed him. As much as his vice still lingered in the shadows, his brain and his body was starting to have an easier time with coping. Opening up to Sawyer had been a good idea. Everything from the moment he was born to the moment the pair met had been shared since their arrival and he was grateful for the force that had brought them together. He could cry but he wouldn’t. He was a better father, a better lover, and despite his personality still ringing true, the drama that surrounded his previous lies crumbled to the ground and shattered. Wyatt’s mischievous little eyes look backward at his father, blue and light, childish as he continues to chase the older man around the beach near their house. Luca had helped them find something small, something they both could afford without putting them out. Sawyer hadn’t found a job yet and as much as it would have been nice, it was nicer knowing that he was taking it easy. “I don’t know who his father is but he must be a shit” Wesley snorts, laughing softly. @soybeancasserole