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𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧: 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒖𝒔 ♥︎

𝐜 𝐚 𝐬 𝐬 𝐢 𝐝 𝐲 ' 𝐬  𝐩 𝐨 𝐯 🥀

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It was a Friday night and Millie had invited everyone over to her house to sleepover, since it was the only weekday she's off. Her dad was on the fence about it, but he eventually came around to it. Millie's mom has apparently been taking a bunch of time off lately so she went away for a bit. As of right now, we've all collected into the living room. Evelyn and Prescott are sat togther at the end of the huge couch, Shay is sat with a few pillows on the floor. Millie is next to me with Wyatt on her lap, and Sydney is next to her.

"Wow. That was the saddest shit I've ever seen." Evelyn said, a few tears running from her eyes.

"Why did we watch this in the first place? Anyone?" Shay asked, looking around the group.

"The Fault in Our Stars is a cinematic fucking masterpiece okay?" Sydney insisted, putting her hands up in defense.

"Well it made me cry so, I don't like it." Evelyn continued, wiping the tears.

After a while of trying to find a new movie, Wyatt fell asleep on Millie. He was probably the most adorable thing I've seen, aside from Avery of course. Millie was the best sister. The way she cares for him, it's admirable. 

"You two are the absolute cutest." I said, watching Millie still.

"Thank you. I actually need to take him to bed though." 

"Need some company?" I wondered, getting up quickly to help Millie up.

"Sure!" She smiled, handing off Wyatt to me as I took her hand to help her gain balance.

As we walked up the stairs, I kept my eyes on Millie. She looked to me and stopped, then looked away and continued up on to Wyatt's room. Millie flipped on a small lamp and sat in a rocking chair, reaching out for Wyatt as I gave him to her.

"Did you know, that a group of rabbits is called a fluffle?" I asked, leaning against the doorframe.

"I actually do." Millie giggled quietly, continuing to rock Wyatt.

"How would you?"

"When I was little, my mom and dad would always make these little, bunny cookies on easter every year. I remember one year my dad told me that they were called a fluffle and I didn't believe him for like four years." Millie beamed as she spoke. I smiled and nodded in response, looking down to my hands.

She had this way about her. This way that only came out when she was talking passionately. In observing I found that she's passionate about a lot of things.

"Tell me something about you." Millie wondered, getting up from the chair, the small boy in her arms.

"This, my life right now, this is the happiest I have ever been." I spoke truthfully, smiling up at her.

"I'm glad you're happy, C." She said, laying Wyatt down into his crib.

Once she laid him down, she looked back up at me, a serious look on her face. 

"Can I hug you?" I asked, to which Millie nodded and wrapped her arms around me quickly, her head resting on my chest. I put my arms around her waist and hugged her tightly, as if she was to slip away.