–Damon–
My son demands a lot. It's annoying—deeply so—and unbearably adorable.
Now my sister just arrived at our residence straight from school. She looked exhausted, stress clinging to her like a second skin. Lore wasn't any better; dark circles carved under his eyes. Poor bastard. Staying up all night, commanding and hacking half the world.
"What's going on?" I asked her.
"He made me attend a few of his classes so he could sleep, and I had to take notes!" she hissed.
"Alright, alright." I raised a hand. "I'll treat you to a spa later. Go get your beauty sleep."
"Thank you." She kissed Sky's cheeks. He kissed her back—sloppy, enthusiastic—and waved.
"Car!" Sky demanded as I finally put him down.
He waited for me to take him to the toy car six feet away.
"Go," I shooed him.
He looked up at me with those amethyst eyes, confused. He pointed at the car. Then he raised his arms.
"Up, up."
I groaned. Of course. I picked him up and placed him inside. Then I let him control it.
