His Father

"W...what?" Noah stuttered.

"Are you my dada?" Fred asked with a smile.

"Fred." Noah called.

He couldn't believe that Fred was asking him if he was his dad.

"You may not be my dada, but I see you as my dada. I wish you were my dada, then you, me and mama could all live together."

"I won't say this to mama, but I want my dada, I want us to be one big happy family."

Noah didn't even know that he already had tears running down his cheeks.

Once again, Fred had made him realize what he'd missed and how much he'd hurt his son by not being there for him.

He knelt down and he hugged Fred tightly, and he began to sob.

"Yes Fred, I'm your dada, you're my son," he whispered, but Fred didn't hear him.

"Are you crying?" Fred asked.

"Please don't cry, or I'll cry too, I don't want you to cry." Fred said softly, then he wrapped his hands around Noah's neck.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry Fred, I'm so sorry, please forgive me, I'm so sorry, it's all my fault, everything is my fault, I'm so sorry." Noah k