Strong

Healing *End*

Dec's POV
Sometimes it's hard for me to look at Ant, touch him too, because of his scars and his fading bruises. I always get reminded of how I failed him, I should have protected him. I know I'm only small and can't fight good (at all) but I would've tried my very best to stop his dad if I wasn't such a coward.

"Thinkin' hard?" Ant drags me out of my thoughts and I nod, "what about?" He questions and I know he doesn't like hearing me talk about my failure. "Do your scars ever hurt?" I ask and he shakes his head no, "I'm okay now Decky...as long as I have you I'm okay" he smiles and pulls me into a hug from my position on the couch. I look at his scars and bruises when he changes or when he showers or we make love and I can't help but feel a gut wrenching pain, nobody should have ever hurt my precious boyfriend, he's much too pure for this world even though he'd deny every word of that statement.

"Declan" I hear while I cook dinner so I turn to see Ant in his boxers leaning against the door frame and I lose all thought of cooking, he smirks and turns towards the bedroom. I turn the stove off as quickly as possible and follow Ant towards the room. "You gonna finish cooking us supper?" Ant asks after putting some sweat pants on and lays back down in the bed and I groan and roll onto my belly, "you do it...tired...sore" I moan and he laughs and rubs my back and kisses my neck.

As me and Ant sit on the couch watching some cooking show I wasn't familiar with Ant wraps his arms around me and pulls me close. "I could do this forever ya know" I look up at him and he continues, "sit here, with you in my arms" I smile and peck his lips, "I love you Declan Mcpartlin-Donnelly" I smile "and I love you Anthony Mcpartlin-Donnelly."