This is life.

86 ➤ Communication is what we call essential in a relationship

I fall asleep feeling content and also with peace at mind. My right arm draps over Jason's chest as his arm was used as a comfortable pillow for my head. I wake up unexpectedly when I notice my door opening. The moonlight from my window has always been fixated and focused on my door so I was able to see movement even in the dark.

I don't bother waking Jason up when I can see the small figure and realise that it is only Keith. I know that he isn't aware of the fact that I'm not alseep because I haven't spoke yet. Not only that, it was extremely dark seeing as it is the middle of the night. He walks over to my side of the bed and stands in one spot for a moment, until I decide to break the silence. "What's wrong?" I whisper to him. I move away from Jason's side to give be closer to Keith and give him more attention. He places a hand on my shoulder. "I had a nightmare." It must be due to sleeping in a stranger's apartment. I should've expected something like this. He is, after all, still a kid. "Can I please sleep with you?" I look back to Jason in his sleeping state. I shouldn't disturb him, I know that he doesn't like being woken up in the middle of the night.

"Let's go back to the room you were in and I'll sleep with you there. I don't think there's enough room in this bed." I tell him. "Okay." I get out of bed and pick Kieth up before holding him in my arms against my chest. He rests his head on my shoulder and I proceed walking both of us to the guest room. I turn on the lamp on the nightstand and set him down on the queen bed before he gets himself under the covers. I yawn and get into bed with him, pulling him to my side and offering him warmth. A few minutes pass and he whispers my name as he poked my temple. "Britney." "Hm?" I don't open my eyes because I'm too tired. "You forgot to turn off the lamp." I sigh breifly and move to turn the lamp off, once again making myself comfortable in the bed. "Goodnight." He mumbles. "Goodnight." I hold him tighter against my body and place a kiss on his forehead.

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Morning comes faster than I would like, but I wake up the second that the day blesses me with its light. I get out of bed and try not to disturb Keith as I leave the room. I close the door behind myself and see the clock in my kitchen to read 6:56am. I think that the detective from yesterday mentioned that he was arriving at the same time he dropped Keith off yesterday.

As I make a fresh pot of coffee I hear a door open, I turn around to find that it was Jason. He limps to my side and rakes a hand through his messy hair. "Where did you go last night?" He asks. "Keith came to me and said that he was scared. He asked to sleep with me but I didn't know how you would feel about it so I took him back to my guest room and slept with him for the rest of the night." "Poor child. I wonder what he's afraid of." "I think it's because he's not familiar with either of us. He's not confident to sleep on his own, which I guess we should've expected since he's only five."

"You have a point." He admits. "When do you have to leave?" "At eight? I have to be somewhere by eight thirty." "You should start getting ready and organise your things. I think yesterday costed you a lot of work." "Alright." He kisses my cheek and disappears back into my room whilst I prepare breakfast for the three of us. I prepare french toast and bacon and set the dining table with a glass of orange juice for Keith before knocking on the door. "Keith it's time to get up, I made you breakfast." "Okay." I barely hear his reply. Jason comes out of my room dressed in black dress pants and a white dress shirt with a blue tie. This time he uses his crutches to travel and sits at the table before setting the aside. "Isn't it annoying?" I motion to his crutches. "You've been using them for so long now. Why don't you just use a cane like your doctor told you to?" I suggest. "It'd be easier to bring around and use." He laughs at my words. "I don't need another reminder of how old I'm getting." I grin and chuckle. "Oh yeah...you're thirty in a few months." He groans. "Please don't talk about it. And by the way, I couldn't find anymore of my jackets. The ones that are here are all in the hamper." His tone shows a hint of frustration.