Unconditional Love

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I was sitting I'm the middle of the bedroom on the floor, three boxes opened around me along with three photo albums. One was our wedding album, the other was the uncensored wedding album, and the third was a new one that Leo sent us today from just school and stuff in general. In the boxes were even more pictures he found. He always had a camera when we were hanging out, so he got lots of good moments.

I picked a picture out of the box, seeing it was of me and Freddie. There were a lot of pictures of me and him, since we were usually the ones who looked dumb or the best candid.

I was sitting at a desk, which looked to be in a DADA classroom, and I was hunched over doing my work while Freddie sat beside me, leaned over to me and was whispering something in my ear with his hand on my mooned back. I was smiling like a dork.

Another one was in Charms when Fred fell asleep with his head in the table and I was leaned over with my head on his shoulder, asleep too.

I'm pretty sure we slept most of our late school years.

And fucked.

I smiled at one when I was asleep in the Great Hall. Kalen was halfway trying to put a sausage in my open mouth and Fred was midway through slapping the back of his head.

Best friends since 2017.

They love each other.

"What are you doing?" Freddie asked as he walked into the bedroom, two mugs of hot chocolate in his hands.

"Nothin." I said as I leaned forward and slid another box to me and started looking at all the pictures in there.

He set the mugs down in the ground, then sat down next to me and leaned over, pressing a kiss to my neck. "Something." He whispered.

I looked back at him with a blush. "Just looking at pictures."

He smiled softly. "But those make you sad baby."

That is true. I only get sad because these pictures feel like a lifetime ago. We live such different lives, and the whole friend group is broken up. I guess that's how life goes, but it just, sucks.

But I'm also happy that it happened. Because then I get to see the pictures.

But I rather still be living that life.

But do I? This is where I get stuck. When I lived that life, I didn't have my baby. And I was battling so many things. That life costed me so many injuries, but in Texas nothing bad has happened. I mean, okay, I did split my forehead open, but I didn't get... raped. Or stabbed. My house hasn't been set on fire.

My life here is so much healthier.

He kissed over my neck a couple of times, making me giggle and getting me out of my trance, then sat up and passed me my hot chocolate.

I hummed and took it, taking a little sip from it. He picked up an album and opened it, starting to flip through the photos. I watched with a smile as his own slowly came into his face.

I can be photogenic sometimes... sometimes I'm not. I'm either pretty, or I look like a homeless slob.

Good thing Fred fell in love with me before I was pretty.

While he started to look at all the pictures, I got up and found the remote for the tv. I also grabbed a fluffy white blanket and at back down with Freddie. I turned on the tv to Netflix and leaned into his side as I started to look through things to watch.

What am I in the mood for? Comedy, romance? Hmm.

I looked up at Freddie and saw he was already looking down at me. "What?" I whispered.