Warren was a therapeutic foster parent, he'd recently gotten his first child; Ezekiel Allen Cooper. He was a small boy for 15, pale, very underweight, needing a small diet and still had bruises on his body when he came over. Before, he rarely left his home in country and a lot of things scared him. So he'd been wetting himself lately. Tonight was one of his first nights with Warre- Daddy, he insisted on being called Daddy. It was late, and dark. Ezekiel sat in the corner of his blue room on the floor wearing nothing but a shirt and a pair of Goodnite Boxers. The room had a bed, with plastic sheets and safety rails. But Ezekiel thought it was a test, he also couldn't sleep. So he was in the corner, in the dark, trying to quietly figure out a Game Boy Advance, with no idea baby monitors were around his room, both audio and visual. He did, however, jump about a foot when the door opened and Warren stood there with a baby bottle of milk. He tried hiding the game boy behind his back.
"Thirsty, Ezekiel?" Warren asked softy.
Unsure of what the proper answer was, Ezekiel responded with a question
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