Alpha Logan

I was sitting on the rugged floor of my expansive living room, my son, Erlind, was crawling around with unrestrained curiosity, exploring his surroundings with wide-eyed wonder. 

Even as I watched him I couldn't help but still marvel at the fact that this little boy was mine. Erlind had been with me for three weeks now, and each day felt like a precious gift.

I reached out, gently tickling Erlind's belly, and he rewarded me with joyous giggles. My heart swelled at the sound, a grin spreading across my face. 

“You like that, don’t you, little man?” I said and Erlind responded with more giggles, his tiny hands...