I sit on the couch of the small apartment I shared with my boyfriend Kidd and our son Derrick. Kidd had started going out drinking with Killer three weeks ago and I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't stand our toddler son looking at me asking 'Where's Papa?' or 'When is Papa coming home?' or 'Is Papa coming home tonight?' every night while his papa was off drinking and doing God knows what else. Derrick and I deserved better than this and I was going to tell Kidd that he had run out of chances. The door slams open and I hear my boyfriend's laughter echoing throughout the small hallway leading to the living room making me sigh and stand up.

I walk up to him and he pulls me into a hug laughing

"Hey babe!" and tries to kiss me, but I put my hand in front of his mouth narrowing my eyes at him

"Stop Kidd. We need to talk." I say and he puts me down staring at me

"We need to talk about what?"

"Your drinking problem Kidd. We have a five year old son Kidd! You're out of chances. In the morning, Derrick and I will have our things packed and we'll be gone." That seemed to sober him up if the glare he was giving me was anything to go by

"You can't just leave Law."

"Just leave?! You've been out drinking with Killer every night for the past three weeks! Every night Derrick asks me 'Where's Papa?', 'When is Papa coming home?', or 'Is Papa coming home tonight?' dammit! You've been out drinking with Killer every night making our five year old wonder if he did something wrong to make his Papa leave!" I had tears in my eyes by now and that was when I heard it. A tiny whimper that makes me twirl around and see Derrick standing in the hallway tears in his eyes as he stared at us

"Daddy, are you and Papa fighting?" he whimpers and we both kneel down in front of him

"No little man. Daddy and I aren't fighting." Kidd says hugging Derrick and the toddler clings to him burying his face in his father's chest. Kidd and I share a look before the redhead picks our son up and carried him to his bedroom. I go sit back on the couch waiting for him to come out of the room. He comes out after a few moments and sits down next to me

"Can I have another chance? I'm sorry for spending every night for the past few weeks with Killer in a bar." He apologizes

"Fine, just one more chance. But only because of Derrick." I sigh and let him pull me into a hug this time. I smile tiredly as I relax against him hoping this works.