ON HOLD/Edited
*Soft Story// Short Story*
He thought he could settle with a friendship, he knew if he couldn't have them the way his heart desires then a friendship would be enough for him. Anything was better than having nothing. But it wasn't enou...
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Warmth.
That's all I feel. Warmth in different places all over my body and mind. The warmth comes and settles on me, it takes over the room and most importantly my heart.
He's my warmth.
After years of coldness, years of searching if I would find the warmth he shows up. With his green eyes and brown curly hair that somehow resembles the same features as the love of my life.
He came out of nowhere, he was just a friend of a friend. A stranger who sat with me on the dirty floor of the nightclub talked and calmed me down from my worries. I was sitting in the cold alone and afraid in the dark but then he comes and keeps me warm.
I don't know how it happened, it wasn't supposed to happen but that's the funny thing in life huh?
Shit happens.
But it was fast wasn't it? Was this even real to happen the way it did? Am I a bad person for slowly falling for a person who was taken?
Yes, you are.
I lay here fighting to keep my eyes closed, to take in the warmth from the sun rays that peek through the curtains. His arm is wrapped around my waist tightly, feeling his breath hit my neck causing the hairs on my arm to rise. He slipped his legs between mine at some point in the night and I must have not minded guessing I was in the same position from when I fell asleep.
Lifting my head at the same time the door slowly opens, Arlo groggily walks towards the bed and crawls to lay in front of me. I copied the same actions that are done to me and wrapped my arm pushing the tiny body to mine. I kiss the angel's head as he hums in content causing me to smile.
My baby.
"Sleep baby," I say, still taking in his natural scent. It's too early for him to be awake at this time and knowing we don't have plans for the day besides staying home, I don't want to deal with a cranky toddler.
"Mommy?" Arlo whispers still half asleep, this is normal for him to do when he lays down with me. He normally tells me he loves me or I'm holding him too tight.
"Yes?" I question, this time he moves his body fully so he's facing me. His eyes blink slowly letting me know that he's still sleepy and is fighting the need to keep his eyes closed. The action brings a small smile to my lips as I stare and wait for an answer.
"There's a b-boy i-in your-r b-bed," He says and lifts his head to catch a glimpse of Harry's body behind mine, curled with his arm tightly wrapped around my waist.
"There is a boy in my bed, does that bother you?"
He hums and taps his chin as he acts like he's thinking, I see the playfulness in his eyes before he answers. "N-nope, it's j-just buddy Harry." he giggles.
