New Rules.

Walking into the living room, Jordan saw that his father had laid some of Jordan's boxes out and had sat down onto the couch, patting the seat next to him.

Hank smiled, "Well...seeing that we are in a new place, I wanted to talk about some new things and how they are going to go down understood?"

Jordan looked to his father and nodded, slipping into the seat next to him. He had never seen his father like this. He had a happy look on his face, but a serious, almost husky, tone, like he was really into this.

"I was thinking, I know we agreed that I wasn't going to do a lot of your baby things, but as I thought about it, and saw how cute you were sleeping, I decided I'm going to have a hand in it, a big hand." Hank said as he sat up, licking his lips and looking to his son, "I am going to change your diapers and baby you. Now I am not going to **** this on you Jordan, but I want you to be my baby. I missed so much of your childhood because of work. Can we make up for it?" Hank looked to the teen with hopeful eyes, waiting for the boy's decision.