Alvin's P.O.V.
"Hey, Slade?" I walked over to my fiancé who was looking at some papers.
"What, Alvin?" I looked at him, now confused. He had a snarl on his face, like he didn't want me to interrupt him.
"I um..." I rubbed my arm, now a little nervous. "...I was just wondering if you wanted to go out and do something with me?"
Slade shook his head and scoffed. "No."
I frowned. "You don't have to be nasty."
Slade laughed and got in my face. "Don't tell me what to do, Alvin. Got it?"
I nodded and ran into my room. What was wrong with him? I just wanted to do something with him. What was with that?
"Daddy?"
I looked at the door and saw AJ coming over to my bed. "What is it, AJ?" I picked him up and laid him on my lap.
"Why isn't Dad spending any time with us anymore?" I looked at my son and sighed as I rubbed the brim of my nose. "I don't know, buddy. I don't know..."
AJ hugged me, burying his face into my chest. "I miss him..."
I nodded and hugged him back tightly. "Me too."
What was going on with Slade?
