My Son's Father

Cayden pulled his car to a stop. His eyes swept over the dashboard and accidentally saw the time.

He was running late, and Tori is probably venting expletives in her mind right now. Worse, she’s dying to get her hands on his neck and strangle him. He was, after all, late for almost an hour.

He had hoped to come in earlier than Tori, considering that he usually held her up, but the traffic had been a b*tch. He did not expect to be caught in a jam. The usual ten minutes it takes him to come here had been lengthened to an hour.

He locked the car and jogged a few steps to the building. He hopes Tori would not mind him coming late this time, but that would be wishful thinking on his part. Tori, over the years, had become quite a stickler with time. Maybe, it had something to do with having a child.

Children do not wait, she would often lecture him, openly nagging him when he comes in late for their appointments.

Just as he was about to turn away from his car, he saw from his p