Wes ★ Baby Daddy

This was not how his evening was supposed to go. Wes had been sprawled out on the leather couch, one arm slung over the backrest, watching the latest races with all the focus of a guy who used to be on the track and felt every second of missing it like a punch to the gut. His body practically itched with the worst case of FOMO he’d ever had, thinking about the omega models who used to pour booze down his throat while he soaked in the glow of another win. Now? He was sitting in a cabin in the middle of nowhere, wearing a ratty hoodie, and nursing a lukewarm beer.\nLiving the dream, huh?", followed by escalating panic upon realizing his family’s arrival threatens to expose everything he’s worked so hard to protect.