Post by SAWYER ETHAN RHUBY on Aug 18, 2011 12:27:07 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://www.noupe.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/baroque-pattern.jpg); border-top: #25383C solid 15px; border-bottom: #25383C solid 25px; width: 410px; padding-top: 10; padding-bottom: 20;] we’ve only got 86 400 second in a day  to turn it all around He woke up to persistent tugging on his shirt. Sawyer groaned and scooped his arms around the person that woke him up. A child’s laughter filled his ears and the artist opened his blue eyes, though stilled tired, and smiled at his son. The brunette topped kid smiled back and playfully struggled out of his hold, but Sawyer let him slip out and then pushed himself up to sit against the head board of his bed. He liked this part of his life, the one that Joel was a part of. He was happier and really just wished that it could stay that way. But that would only happen if he either married his ex-girlfriend or got full custody of the boy. Though, he really didn’t want to get married to Isabella, though he usually would find himself admiring her more then a broken up couple should. And as for getting full custody, he knew that Issy was a great mother and really cared about their son, so it was highly unlikely that any judge would see her unfit to raise a child. Plus there was Joel, he loved his mom and even if he didn’t understand why he had to be shared by them, he was only five, he would hate to be away from her and not able to see her. Hell, Sawyer barely had anytime with him, all he got was one week every month and then he was gone for the other three. At least he had time to spend with the boy; he would never be in a good mood if he couldn’t have time with his son. In fact, Sawyer would be the kind of guy to go and hit someone just to spend five minutes with Joel. But thankfully that wasn’t the case. The little boy pulled on his hand and the man chuckled, the five year old had a tight schedule apparently, then again he had promised that they would go to the park. He let Joel pull him from his bedroom, down the hall and through the living room and into the kitchen. Yawning, Sawyer prepared two bowls of cereal for breakfast. It was a cute moment really, Joel sitting at one side of a square table eating and Sawyer across from him on the other side. He wasn’t much of a newspaper man in the mornings, he much rather enjoyed watching after his son. After emptying the bowls, he placed them in the dishwasher and then sighed; running his hand through his hair, making his already messed up hair worst. It wasn’t long after that that he got dressed and resorted to tying Joel’s shoes as he sat impatiently in a chair. “Hurry Daddy, I wanna go to the park!” A bright grin curved on his lips. “The parks not going anywhere buddy. Now, give me your other foot.” Slipping the shoe over the boy’s sock covered foot, he laced it up and then stood up and stepped back with a smile. “Wait, I have to get something…” The boy hopped off and ran back to his room, the thump of his shoes clumsy on the wooden floor. He winced as the thought of the little boy loosing his footing, slipping and hitting the ground hard. A wave of relief washed over him as Joel come running back, unharmed, and holding a red ball in his hands. He knew that ball; it was the one that Isabella got him when he turned three. It had been two whole years and he still had it. The drive to the park wasn’t anything exciting, drives usually weren’t. But once Sawyer parked and walked around to unbuckle the car seat, the fun of the day began. Joel was a sport loving kid, though where he got that trait from, who knows. Because as far as he knows, Isabella hadn’t down any sports in school and she do any now, she just modeled and played mom. And Sawyer, he hadn’t played sports either. Well, he had done boxing and martial arts, but that was for when he wasn’t in a good mood or if he just needed to blow off for steam after something frustrating. They passed around the ball for a while then Joel decided that he wanted to go the playground, it was only a short walk away and it was hard to say no to a kid that cute, especially when he smiled. He had a very very soft spot for the kid; he was his son after all. About half way through the walk there, Joel’s feet were tired and Dad had to carry him. Moments later, he was wriggling in his hands, attempting to get down, that caught his attention. “What’s wrong Joel?” Concerned blue eyes look looked down at the boy as he crouched down and placed him back on his own two feet. “My ball, it’s leaving!” Looking over his should, sure enough, the red ball was rolling down the small hill and getting further away. “Hey, don’t worry, we’ll get it back. Come here and hold on.” Joel moved back closer to his father and Sawyer lifted him so that he sat on his shoulders and held on to his legs. He began to walk back down the path, keeping the red ball in his sight. 890. anyone. kris allen-live like we're dying. notes or to throw it all away |
