Sweet Subterfuge

What’s wrong? Tell Daddy, I promise I’ll help you out” Kevan assured Aster.

When Aster heard the word “Daddy,” his heartache intensified, and tears started flowing down his cheeks. His tears soaked Kevan’s shirt.

Kevan grew even more concerned, comforting Aster with one hand on his back while gently wiping away the tears from his face.

really don’t want steak and prawns, Til go out right now and get you something else. Please, don’t cry anymore, alright?” Kevan spoke softly and tenderly. He lifted Aster in his arms and walked to the living room in big strides.

“No…” Aster stammered. Kevan’s heart clenched at the sight of his son’s teary, pitiful expression. “I… it’s not because of that…” Aster’s breath was unsteady, and his words came out in fragments.

“What’s it about then?” Kevan remained extremely patient, showing no hint of annoyance.

Aster fell silent again. There was a mix of hesitation, conflict, and fear in his eyes. Kevan remained quiet; he did not urge Aster to speak.

“I’m just feeling a little sad.” His voice was barely audible, and Kevan had to lean in to hear him clearly.

are you feeling

“Why…

uttered the last syllable. Despite calling Kevan “Daddy” and proudly boasting about having such a great “Daddy” to everyone, deep down, he

shack, tremendous pain struck Kevan. He was so close to revealing the truth to

held him back. Admitting that he was Aster’s biological father was a simple matter. However, he didn’t know how to explain his years of absence to Aster. He didn’t know how to say it in a way that would

of me as your real daddy. And I’ll love and care for you like a real daddy

momentarily taken aback by the unexpected mention of her name. He suppressed any hint of annoyance that the name evoked before planting a gentle kiss on Aster’s

“Even better than

arms tightly around Kevan’s neck, and buried his face in