More then I could've hoped for... (DNF short Story)

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George jumps at first and I curse my self in my head for scaring him but he slowly starts to giggle I freeze and grab his chin. "Do it again."

"Do what again?"

"Laugh you laughed and real laugh for the first time, I want to hear it again. I like it..."

George's POV

He keeps holding on to my chin staring at me waiting for me to laugh again but all I can muster up is a small smile, I hope that is good enough. I don't think I can laugh again with passion, I am so used to faking it but I don't want to fake it for him. He smiled back at me as if he understood before there was another knock on the door. His smile drops and he glares at the door, I giggle again, and in return, he smiles again. Fuck his smile is so beautiful.

He stands between my legs his body now facing the door. He hides my body from the view of whoever comes in, I lean my body on his back he looks back at me and gives me a smirk before quickly sipping it off his face and facing back towards the door.

"Come in," he says taking my hands in his.

Everything feels safe when I am near him. It feels as if I can do anything and nothing can hurt me in return. He feels soft, really really soft...

Dream's POV

I watch as the secretary comes into the room. I feel more pressure on my back, and I turn back to see George sleeping. He looks easy; I want him to look that way more. I almost smile, but then I remember there is someone in her.

"Sir-"

I turn towards the man wanting my attention, unintentionally giving him the hardest glare ever. Maybe it was an accident perhaps it wasn't who cares, he fucking interrupting my time with my bird. I look him up and down and he looks as if he is about to shit himself. I meanly smirk at the idea, that's what you get fucking prick.

"What do want," My voice is filled with agitation, can't he just leave already?

"Sir your parents are here." He bows down as he speaks.

"Let them in."

"Yes Sir." He takes his leave before a few seconds later my parents walk into the room.

"Mom," I smile towards her , "Dad," I nod at him in greeting.

"Son, come sit." My dad gestured to the couches for us to talk.

"You two feel free I currently cannot," I try to gesture towards George sleeping on my back without moving too."Ah," my mom smiles and they both take a seat on the couches.

"What brings you by?" I ask.

"Nothing much we want to ask how your marriage was going so far, but obviously it is going well," my mom says and she has a huge grin on her face.

"It is mama. I did not mean to care for him this much, but I can't help. He just so fucking adorable, I have been loving my days with him." I smile at my confession.

"Oh baby, you sound like you're in love," my mom takes her hand and covers her mouth as she awes and rocks at us.

"Are you in love son?" my dad's tone I worrisome. I know why, there is a very little part of me that also wishes I didn't fall for him because it can put him in danger.

"I am paps. I have never wanted to protect someone, smile at someone, care for someone, be near someone as much as I wanted to with him." I slowly turn around so I can scoop him up in my arms. I lay him on the long sofa and gently place his head on my lap, he moves hand around slightly as if he searching for something. I take grasp of it and he relaxes.

"You do know you have to tell him don't you?" my mother say, her tone is sad.

"I have told him almost everything, I just hope when I tell him the rest he doesn't want to leave." I take my free hand and play with his hair. "I don't think I'll be able to let him go. The things they did to him," I look up at parents, it's unforgivable, and I'll be damned if he has to go back."

"Son, you can't only love him cause of his past or keep him only for that reason." My dad butts in.

"That's not why I want him to stay." I look back down at George. "He not afraid of me, and he trusted me, he so fucking caring and doubtful of himself. I want to be the one to change all of his doubts. I wanna be the one he cares for, I just want him."

I look at my parents to see them glancing at each other's faces. They both looked worried.

"Do you know if he feels the same?" My mom asks glancing back at me.

"I don't know and I don't care. I am not letting him go now that I have him."I take my hand with Georges a kiss it.

My little bird begins to stir looking up at me, he yawns. I smile at him and looks at me returning the smile.

"How was your nap little bird?" I continue to play with his hair.

"Pretty good, I didn't mean to fall asleep sorry."

"It's alright," I say as he sits up and I pull him into my lap, he giggle.

I"It's alright," I say as he sits up and I pull him into my lap, he giggles.

I don't think he will find it funny when he realizes my parents are in the room but who gives a fuck when he laughs like that. It's only the third time he has done it and it's quickly becoming my new favorite addiction. He startles me on my lap and has a bright smile on his face. It's the happiest I have ever seen him. I leave gentle kisses on his neck and he starts to giggle more and tries to break away. He so fucking adorable, I hear my parents clear their throats... Fucking buzz kills. 
George snaps his neck to see my parents and his face instantly fills with fear and distress. He tries to climb off of me but I keep him planted. He looks at me with pleading eyes. I in return completely ignore them, I turn his body around to face my parents and wrap my arms around his waist.

I put my head on the crook of his neck and whisper, "Where are you going?"

"I was just trying to get off your parents are here." His voice is stressed and he still tries to climb out of my grip.

"Just pretend they aren't here." I smile as he glares at me. "Calm down little bird they don't mind. Everything going to be okay."

"Promise?" he finally stops wiggling and looks at me.