"Go away, Daddy, I'm making pretties," I scolded Deacon as he hovered over me. I was sat on the floor, my new drawing pad in front of me, along with brand new sparkly pens that I was allowed to colour with.

"Okay. I'm sorry. I won't disturb you," Deacon promised, and for some strange reason, he actually thought he could walk away. Dropping my sparkly purple pen, cuz I was manly as fudge cheese, I spun to face his retreating form with horror.

"Where go?"

Deacon pointed to the end of the couch that was sooooo far away, all the way on the other side of the room. "Over here...