He shrunk away, head bowing. His eyes fell to his Skechers.

He felt as though he had disappointed him. That he'd . . ..

"Lucien," Angel growled softly. Using their joined hands to pull him closer and his other hand to lift his chin, the carrier bag swinging between them, his Daddy's expression was still set in the same stern mold, but his eyes had softened.

"Sowwy," Lucien mewled out, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Don't get upset. Take a second and breathe it out." He waited for him to comply before continuing. "What did you just do?"

Gulping back another breath, he forced his eyes to scan their surroundings. They...