Here's Chapter 3 enjoy :)
Chapter 3.
The Father and Son pair walked hand-in-hand in full silence. They were busy looking at the beautiful atmosphere around them taking the time to observe nature and its necessities. George's eyes twinkled in delight and his face was as bright as a Christmas tree whenever they came in contact with the woodland animals but he loved the bunny rabbits, squirrels, and chipmunks the most; he then chased after them leaving Gordon shaking his head and smiling; apart from Henry's resemblance, he also shared the same similarity with his late Mother and that was the forest especially the creatures who lived in it.
Gordon had now finally found the perfect place where he could set up the picnic place. The large shady oak tree was the perfect location giving him and the boy much needed shade and protection if necessary. It was also the first tree where he and Henry had shared their very first kiss plus, when he proposed to him which sent him on cloud 9 when he popped the question. So many memories flooded inside his head that he nearly forgot about George. Calling out his name, the little 4-year-old youngster raced back towards his Paternal Figure who had already laid out their lunch.
As they ate, George spotted a trail of ants that were in a perfect line marching onto the blanket which only meant one thing: they were in need of food; seeing a great opportunity, he ripped off some pieces from his sandwich giving them only crumbs. Gordon was amazed at his son's sharp quick thinking skills; a trait that he had gotten from Henry also made him feel all warm inside. He started to sigh realizing how much he missed his spouse dearly. George looked over at him crawling towards and sitting on his lap.
"Father, what's the matter? and why are you crying?" He asked innocently seeing the tears escaping down his cheeks as he quickly wiped them away. "You are looking so much like your mother each and every day my son." George blinked. "I do?" Gordon nodded and ushered him to come close. "Would you like a story?" George nodded; he loved stories especially told by his dad. "It is about how I met your Mother." And he started.
