Swimming

They were all done having breakfast.

Valeria and Shantel were in the kitchen doing the dishes while Noah and Fred were in the living room watching a cartoon which was suggested by Fred.

Fred sat on Noah's lap, his head was on his chest, he was so comfortable in that position and Noah couldn't stop smiling.

He felt so proud to have his son seated on his lap.

"Fred." He called.

"Yes papa," Fred answered, not taking his eyes off the television.

The word papa made Noah's heart leap with joy each time Fred calls him papa and now he thinks it's only right to tell Fred that he truly is his father.

"Won't you pay any attention to your papa? Papa has something to say," Noah said with a smile.

"But papa, I might miss the interesting part," Fred whined.

"You don't have to worry, we can always watch it again and we can even watch it with you mama next time."

"Really?" Fred asked, his attention still on the TV.

"Yes, so can I turn it off now?" Noah asked, and Fred sighed.

"Okay papa, you can turn