Hold me Tight

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As the morning sun painted streaks of gold across the sky, Type stirred from his slumber, nudging Tharn gently. "Wake up, love," he whispered, his voice carrying a hint of mischief. "We need to rouse the boys. The others will be here soon."

Tharn groaned, his reluctance evident as he buried his head deeper into the pillow. "Can't we just let them sleep in for once?" he muttered, his voice laced with sleepy protest.

But Type shook his head, a playful glint in his eyes. "You know Heart is the hardest to wake," he reminded Tharn, his tone softening at the mention of their youngest son. "Let's make sure he gets up with a smile on his face."

Together, they tiptoed down the hallway to Heart's room, where their deaf son lay peacefully, lost in dreams. Gently, Type placed a hand on Heart's shoulder, his touch light and comforting. "Time to wake up, sweetheart," he signed, his movements fluid and graceful.

Heart stirred, his brows furrowing in confusion before a soft smile spread across his lips as he registered his parents' presence. With a stretch and a yawn, he sat up, his eyes still heavy with sleep but his heart full of warmth.

Tharn and Type exchanged a knowing glance, their love for their son evident in the gentle way they cared for him. As Heart rose from his bed, ready to face the day ahead, the bond between them grew stronger, a testament to the unbreakable ties of family and love.