Chapter 7 : Hurt.

Virgil had been playing in the backyard, which the new fathers had made child friendly with bright, vibrant colors and safety precautions everywhere.

However, they couldn't cover up the patio: so when Virgil ran up the steps and tripped on the last one, scrapping his knee against the pavement roughly, he burst out into tears, "Dad!"

Patton instantly rushed out and picked up his son, "hey it's ok, kiddo."

Virgil cried more, wrapping his arms around Patton, burying his head into his shoulder, "I-it h-h-hurth!"

"I know, I know." Patton rushed into the house and set his son on the table, gently.

Virgil sniffed, trying to stop the snot from running down his nose as salty tears stained his cheeks.

Patton dabbed the wound with a wet cloth, and the grabbed the disinfectant and cleaned the wound, he managed to distract Virgil by putting on the radio.

He then covered the wound with a plaster, "would you like a magic kiss?"

"Wath that?"

"It's a kiss that will make you feel better."

Virgil nodded, wiping his eyes quickly, so Patton gently kissed his sons knee and dries his eyes, "all better."

"Thankth Dad."

Patton helped his son down, who seemed to have forgotten about his injury now due to the magic kiss and ran off outside again, but this time being careful of the patio and the stairs.

Patton smiled and watched, relived his son felt better.