After their split, Scott had basically packed up everything and left the country. He just wanted to be gone. Things had spiralled after Mikey was working so many hours and he couldn't deal with it anymore. So he decided that it was time for himself. He went everywhere, from Europe to Africa and Oceania. He had seen it all. While in Malawi, he had basically fallen in love with a little baby boy who desperately needed a home. It had taken a while, but eventually the adoption was through and Scott was officially Isaiah's dad. It hadn't taken Scott long to adjust to the fact that he was a father. Everything came comepletely naturally. Now, Isaiah, the happiest five year old he could imagine was running in front of him through the halls of the large hospital to get his cast off. During gym class the little boy had fallen down and broken his wrist, but today it was time to get rid of it. "Isa, careful! You're gonna break something again!" He yelled, quickly jogging to catch up with his son. "Hey, you gotta watch out.." Scott smirked, picking him up and pressing a kiss to his cheek and he slowly sat down in the waiting room.
