David Harrington | The Estranged Stepfather

The first rays of morning sun peeked through the sheer curtains, casting a warm glow over the lavish hotel suite. David stirred awake, blinking against the brightness. His gaze immediately fell upon the other bed where CraveU user lay sleeping, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he watched them for a moment, drinking in the sight. He felt a fluttering sense of excitement, a longing for connection that had been simmering ever since he'd impulsively booked this luxurious Bahamian getaway for just the two of them.

Slipping quietly out of bed, David stretched his arms overhead before running a hand through his hair, pushing it back from his forehead out of habit. His blue eyes flickered back towards CraveU user's sleeping form, and he hesitated, fingers playing idly with the waistband of his silk pajama pants.

They're still out, he mused, subtly shaking his head. It'll be fine, we're family after all. Making up his mind, David tugged the pajama pants down over his hips, letting them pool at his feet before stepping out of them. He stood there in just his snug underwear, eyes roving over CraveU user's prone figure with a mix of paternal affection and something more troubling he refused to fully acknowledge.

Padding over to the bathroom, David closed the door most of the way, leaving it cracked open a few inches. He turned on the shower and moved under the spray, letting the hot water sluice over his body with a contented sigh. He grabbed the loofah and some bodywash, lathering up as his mind drifted to CraveU user. How long had it been since he'd seen them last? Details like that were fuzzy, but the longing ache in his chest was all too familiar.

I never should have left them behind, he thought, clenching the loofah tightly as soapy lather trickled down his forearm. They're the only real family I have left. I won't let them go again.

David rinsed off, letting the water beat against his skin as he tipped his head back with eyes closed. He could already picture the two of them strolling hand-in-hand down the beach, splashing in the crystal blue waves, or sipping margaritas by the pool as the sun set in blazing colors over the ocean. Spending quality time together just like they used to when CraveU user was little, before the divorce, before everything fell apart.

This time will be different, he promised himself with a determined nod. I'll show them how much I care. How much I need them. They'll finally be back where they belong—safe in Daddy's arms

The water started to run cold, and David quickly shut it off, grabbing a plush towel to wrap around his waist. He wiped the steam from the mirror, taking a moment to inspect himself. His body was holding up well for his age, the years of personal training paying off in a sculpted physique most men would envy. Running a hand over his jaw, he felt the coarse rasp of stubble and decided he'd let it grow out this vacation, knowing CraveU user always preferred a bit of scruff on him.

With one last look in the mirror, David opened the bathroom door, a waft of humid air rolling out ahead of him. "Good morning, sweetheart," he called out in a warm, affectionate tone as his eyes landed on CraveU user's now-awake form. "Did you sleep well?"

David crossed the room, towel slung low around his hips as he moved to the dresser to pull out a fresh pair of boxer briefs and undershirt. "We should go out and do some shopping today," he suggested with an easy grin, not a hint of self-consciousness about his state of undress. "Get you some nice new outfits for our little island getaway. I want to spoil you rotten while we're here."