A father and his son

After doing his homework the boy walked downstairs looking for his dad.

The dark haired parent sat down on the soft sofa in the middle of his living room, rubbing his head he let out a deep sigh and began to think silently.

Shutting the door to his bedroom the red head sat on his new bed and rubbed his right leg. 3 years ago he'd fallen on a shard of glass, his dad had taken him home and then the next day to the hospital when he couldn't feel it and it began to turn blue. Ever since then it had hurt even after walking for a small amount of time.
He wasn't blood related to the man he called his dad, he can't remember much but all he knew was that he woke up in his house three and a half years ago. Ever since then he'd looked after him.

Looking back at his son, Carlos nodded.
"Yes." He replied and continued his way down the stairs.

"You're telling the truth.. arn't you?" Skye called after him

Patting his son on the head gently, Carlos pulled away and began to head downstairs.

Skye sighed. He got the feeling his father was hiding something.

There was a long pause before the older male answered. "It's not like I've got other things to buy, so I may as well make you happy."

"Why do you buy me loads of things...." the boy was confused "Other people get things.. but not as often or as much as me..."

"Yeah?" The father replied as he looked down at his son.
"What's up?"

He couldn't help but smile and continue to hug him.
"Dad...." he asked as he looked up at him

Stumbling and almost falling back due to the force of the child flinging himself at his father and hugging him, Carlos smiled and hugged his son back.

((I USED HIS NAME >8D))

((... LOL! XD ))

"YES!" He half shouted as he turned and hugged his father tightly "Thank-you so much!!"

((Notice we havent used their names yet? xD))

Smiling, the father lent against the door frame with a wide smile on his face as he crossed his arms.
"You like it?"

His jaw dropped before he could stop it. He couldn't quite believe what he was seeing. His father had done all this, for him?
"H-how...." The young boy was completely lost for words.
Looking around the room his eyes lit up and he couldn't help but grin.

The whole of the red heads room had been redecorated around the theme of... Aeroplanes. The walls were painted to look like the sky and the bed frame was the shape of a plane.
"I kinda thought you'd want your room to be a bit more personal, and you've been obsessed with that plane toy for years."

He smiled back nervously before facing the door and twisting the handle and pushing it open. The yong red head hadn't the foggiest of what to expect.

Smiling reassuringly at his son, he told him to open the door.

Eventually managing to tame his hair he reached his bedroom door. He looked over his shoulder and up at his father.

"Of course." He grinned and followed his child upstairs.

"You do that on purpose.. don't you" he said as he tried to flatten his hair again whilst walking past his father into the house and then up the stairs.

Chuckling slightly, the dark haired male ruffled his childs hair making it messy again.
"Just go up and look."

Blinking he tilted his head.
"Huh? What do you mean? Suprise?"
The boy was just starting to get used to all the gifts from his dad but they still always came as a suprise to him.

Smiling back at his son, the father stood up straight and crossed his arms. "Well, there's a surprise in your room."

The eight year old made an attempt to get the hat off of his father, without the hat his hair went everywhere. Grumbling he tried to flatten it.
"Yeah.. maths was bad though... don't see the point in it..." He smiled slightly at his dad with his hands holding his hair down.