Daddy's Pride and Joy
"I sat him down next to me on the couch and the poor boy looked utterly broken. All I could think to do was shower him with love, so I pulled him into my arms and kissed his forehead tenderly and lovingly. Seeing him so vulnerable was incredibly triggering. I suddenly felt an overwhelming desire to protect the boy which was coupled with a rush of intense love for him."
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