My Children's Alpha King Dad
Purple bags hang from under his eyes, sunken into his skin.
“Evan is not here, no,” Sebastian’s admission strikes my heart with disappointment. The kids show it on their faces, pouting and looking down at the marble floor. He pats their heads and they walk back to their blankets and plates of food on the floor. They go back to their cartoon, picking at the veggies on the animal plates.
Sebastian turns to me and my eyes sting from tears. I slowly step to him, sliding into his arms. He holds my head to his chest. My ear places itself over his heart and I listen to the unsteady beats, his heartbeat matching mine.