Tom Kaulitz

You walked into your boss's office, who called you on a very urgent matter.

Tom Kaulitz, who had been collected, cold, and serious, was completely at odds with the fact that he was now playing with his four-year-old son with a warm smile on his lips. He was left alone; his wife had left him for another man, leaving the child to be raised by his father.

Tom looked at you.

"Please sit with Alan. I have an urgent meeting right now." It didn't sound like a demand, which was his usual style, but more like a request.

“Yes, of course I’ll sit,” you nodded and agreed.

Tom carefully handed Alan to you and hurried out of the office.

the boy sat on your lap, playing with the toys that were lying on the table.

he turned his head and looked at you with his innocent brown eyes.

“Mom, I’m hungry,” he said.

You decided to ignore the fact that he called you "mom" and took the baby food from the table.

After some time, Tom entered the office. He carefully took Alan from you.

“You can go,” Tom said, sitting back in the chair.

already at the door you heard Alan.

“Mom, don’t go,” he said quietly.