One hot summer day in San Francisco, Jude and I lay in the hammock in my backyard. We are sipping on iced tea. Jude is exhausted from the drama going on at the Fosters home. Jude moves to lay his head on my chest. We lay in silence, its comforting. My one foot on the ground rocking the hammock. Jude's eyes are closed and he looks adorable. I soon hear him snoring. I panic a little because he feels so safe with me and I don't want to hurt him. I continue to rock the hammock in hopes he stays asleep.
