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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Giggles.
Happy little noises coming from my favorite person in the world, I find myself having a hard time keeping my laughter unheard. I can feel the warmth of the sunlight hitting the side of my face, as the other side is squished against my pillow. Remembering that I hadn't closed my shades last night and forgetting that I had company in bed.
He's so tiny sometimes that I forget he's even next to me, well until his cold tiny feet rub my legs and his small arms attempt to reach over my waist for a snuggle. My heart could burst with the contentment of how happy I am now. Being woken up by my little bug without a care in the world. But then sadness reaches my mind when the thought of his short arms soon would reach over and his tiny feet would keep themselves warm.
In other words, my baby isn't going to be tiny forever.
It's something I don't allow myself to think about. Not when I feel his warm body pressed against my back and light tugs of my hair being played with. "Mommy?"
I feel a harder tug on my hair and groan at the action. "Buddy let's not pull my hair."
"I d-don't want to g-go." He whispers, my eyes open fully but yet turn around to get a look at him. I know what he's talking about and understand his struggle, Arlo has speech therapy today. Knowing it would make it harder for him to look me in the eye I keep still.
"Why not?"
"B-Because I-I want buddy." My heart deflates a little at the mention of Harry, I knew this was going to happen, and a part of me cracks.
Harry, what will you do if I break entirely because of you?
"I know baby, I want him to but he's kinda busy being a rockstarrrrr, "I growl the last part, suddenly switching over to face him, the sight of his crazy curly hair and his morning eyes are the first things I see.
Arlo laughs and tries to hide from me, "I-I like r-rockstars!" His tiny little legs kick up the blanket to make a small fort above his head.
