Your Secrets Safe With Me (Brallon)

Family

(a/n: I just want to put a disclaimer out there that I don't know much about the adoption process or the foster care system (other than it's crappy), and to be honest I didn't feel like researching it ( I tried for a second, but it got confusing). So if anything is incorrect, just pretend because after all, this is a fanfiction, so it's all made up in the first place.)

I had been stuck in the hospital for days. This morning I was cleared to be moved out of the ICU and into a regular hospital room, which meant Dallon could come to see me more. Until now, he had only been able to be here a little bit at a time, but now he could stay all day.

I hadn't seen my mom since that day when she tried to pretend she wasn't the cause of at least half the scars on my body. A social worker had come to talk to me about what happened in that house, and I told her everything, from flower pots to frying pans. Even though I was terrified that I would get sent somewhere far away from the love of my life, I was even more terrified of dying in that house.

Dallon was sitting by my bedside now, doing homework for one of his advanced classes. He had skipped school today because I got moved into this room, not like he was going back to school by himself after everything that had happened. I would've made him go today, but I wanted to see him just as bad. It had been a long weekend just seeming him in short bursts, so the idea of getting to be with him all day made everything feel so much better.

I looked over at him and just watched as he worked on the math problem that might as well have been hieroglyphics to me. His unkempt hair fell over into his perfect eyes as he concentrated on the numbers and symbols on the page. He chewed slightly on the pencil eraser as his brain worked. I knew he would be annoyed later when he saw what he had done to that poor pencil, considering what a stickler he was about the perfect writing utensil.

"What?" He looked up at me when he caught me staring at him.

"Nothing, you're just fun to look at." I smiled at him, admiring the way he looked back at me.

"You hungry?" Dallon asked, subtly changing the subject.

"Yea, I'm craving tacos." I laughed.

"I think that can be arranged." He gave me a sly smile as he pulled his phone off the bedside table. "Although I don't think you're supposed to have tacos right now, I won't tell Hannah."

"It's not Hannah you have to worry about; she's a total pushover. It's Dr. Jamieson. She'll smack the taco right from your hand." I joked as Dallon typed something on his phone.

"Okay, your tacos will be here in about 15 minutes." Dallon looked up at me, blowing the hair out of his eyes.

I leaned forward to kiss him, but my IV and heart monitor caught, preventing me from reaching him. He gave a breathy laugh before standing from his chair and leaning over me to kiss me. With all the time we had spent apart, every touch was worth so much more now. If we weren't constantly cut off by doctors and nurses or me running out of breath way too soon, I would've never stopped kissing him since the moment he got here this morning.

But sure enough, when he tried to deepen the kiss, I ran out of breath and had to pull away to cough. I gave him an apologetic look as I struggled for air, but he just smiled and brushed the hair out of my face for me. He didn't mind that I was struggling; I was more than just me to him. He looked at me like I was the only person in the world, and that's all I ever wanted. Sure, right now, I craved to be pressed up against his side and for him to hold me, but I would settle just to be able to look at him and for him to look at me.

"Okay, love birds, I gotta check vitals." One of my nurses, Fiona, stood in the doorway as Dallon pressed one last kiss to my lips before settling back down in his chair.