The Road We Took

Chapter 12-What Went Down Is Coming Up Again

Adam POV

I quickly gather a sobbing Chase into my arms as he keeps on crying out that he's sorry. I seriously only understood about half of what just went on. What I gathered was, Chase wanted more pancakes, I told him there was no more batter, he starts shouting and screaming, Marco shouts at him that he should get over it and then storms out the room, Chase starts crying.

Well isn't today eventful. I look down at my arms just to see Chase sleeping again with tear streaks down his cheeks, sniffling every once in a while. I lower him down onto the bed and go to the bathroom, I grab a washcloth and lightly wet it before going back to the bedroom. I gently clean up Chase's face then put the washcloth on the nightstand. I make my way out of my bedroom and lightly knock on Marco' door.

"Baby Boy? Can I come in?" after a few seconds without response I try again only to get the same result. I slowly and quietly I open the door ajar and peek in but the sight has my heart clenching all over again. My poor little Baby Boy is tangled inside the bedsheets with tear stains on his cheeks like Chase, but different from Chase he's slightly jerking every once in a while. I think he's having a nightmare. With that thought inside my head, I enter the room and go over to Marco's side. My hand reaches out to stroke my beautiful little one's face. 

I don't care that they're mad at each other I'm taking him back to my room and when they wake up I will make them talk it out. We've only just got together, we don't need to fight so quickly. I put my forearms under his knees and back and press him close to my chest. As long as I'm around they won't feel left out or less loved. 

I make my way back into my bedroom and see Chase still snoring away, his sniffling must've stopped a few minutes ago. Marco's little jerks were gone as soon as I held him in my arms, which I can't say if it's a good thing or bad. Good thing because he's drawing comfort from me. Bad thing because if he's had these kinds of nightmares before then I'm pretty sure no one was there to hold him. No one was there to give him the strength he needed. But now that he's mine I'll make sure to hold him whenever he gets a nightmare. I'll do the same for Chase in a heartbeat. Chase, he...he's so fragile and self-conscious. He may or may not know it but we see him all the time. Whenever we would go to the mall he would pick out his clothing then hand them over to me with the excuse that he felt weird going up to the cashier because he thought the cashier might judge him. 

My poor little Pup. I have made it one of my goals in life to always love Chase and to help him with his insecurities. To help him rid of all the things he thinks are wrong with him. To help him see he's beautiful just the way he is. To help him see...that he's perfect. Ever since we met 5 years ago I could see that he was perfect. Everything I was looking for in a wife. 

It didn't matter to me that he was a boy, that was just a stupid barrier that I chose not to jump for I knew that if I jumped I would become part of the race. Instead of running the race like everyone else does I went straight for the prize. The gold at the end of the rainbow. Only back then I thought I was only going to find gold but instead, I found more. I found a beautiful blue diamond. But next to it was another diamond, only this one was purple. They were the most valuable things to me and still are. It isn't because of their sizes, they are both small. The most valuable things these diamonds have...are their personalities. One is very intelligent, but yet he still doesn't understand his own value. The other is very optimistic and friendly, while also being submissive. They are both perfect for me. I was brought out of my musings by a very pale looking Chase who abruptly got out of the bed and into the bathroom in less than a second. I followed him in just to see him hunched over the toilet puking what I believe was his breakfast, and maybe a little bit of dinner. 

"It's ok Pup, just let it out. Let it all go out" I kneeled next to him and started massaging his shoulders and back hoping to make it easier for him. I stayed there with him for the next five or six minutes, god the smell of puke is disgusting. But if this is what I have to do to make him comfortable then fine. I'll do anything for these two.