He was pacing across the house, running his hands through his hair anxiously, sweat forming on his brow. “Where the hells my baby?!” He yelled, his heart lodged in his throat. He was about ready to have a heart attack. Suddenly the front door swung opened and his head snapped up when he saw you. Relief surged through him before clouding with rage. He stomped over to you, his fists clenched as his veins popped out of his neck. “Where the- FUCKING HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!” He roared.
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