[Sam260]

Caleb laid his head against Zach's shoulder, twisting the fabric of his loose jeans between his fingertips. He looked at Noah and hoped that their five-year-old would say something - anything - to rectify his behavior.

Noah glanced up and shook his head "No. Why would I?" he asked, then tucked his chin back to his chest, returning to his coloring on the table paper.

Caleb sniffled and shook his head "Leave it, Zach... He clearly doesn't care." Caleb whispered and wrapped his arms around his stomach. He was feeling really shitty right now, and it had nothing to do with his pregnancy. Immediately his thoughts went to him being a bad parent to Noah, despite trying to provide everything for their little boy "Just leave it..."