Warmth

WARMTH, PART III

***back to present***

"Aww, Uncky Mike, I likeded that stowy!" Spazzy's sweet voice squeaked as Mike returned to his present reality.

"Yeah? Well, I'm glad you liked it, buddy." Mike leaned back against the porch step and smiled warmly at the little boy inside his sweater.

"Say new story!" the boy said pleaded with a giggle, placing each of his pudgy, now significantly warmer hands on either side of Mike's face.

"A new story?!" Mike gawked playfully, making a face that was distinctly characteristic. "You wanna hear another story?!"

"YES!" the little boy on his chest cheered, laughing sweetly at nothing in particular.

"No, no, not now," Mike chided playfully, running a hand through his now frosty hair. "Maybe...maybe some other time."

At the denial of of his request, the boy's angelic face fell in sadness, his eyes already wordlessly beseeching Mike to tell him yet another story.

Although Mike refused to give in and sit out there telling a story for another half hour while his butt quite literally froze off, he was quick to uplift the now dismal little boy.

"Hey, hey, what's this? No need to be so sad, bud!" Mike piped, lifting the boy's little head up towards him in an affectionate gesture. "I'll tell you a story a little later, maybe when Papa says it's bedtime, alright? And it'll be a good story, oh man, it'll be the best darn story ever!"

The sadness melted away from soft green eyes at lighting speed to be replaced by a pure, child-like excitement.

"Really?!" he yipped happily, a smile that reached from one ear to the other suddenly creasing his lips. "Really really really?!"

"Really really really really!" Mike returned in the same overly-excited tone, not being able to resist smiling himself as he watched the excitement grow even more in his little nephew's eyes, if that was even possible.

"Yay!!" the boy cheered, throwing himself at Mike in a hug and holding onto him tightly.

"O-kay little dude, glad you're happy!" Mike laughed, leaning his head back to look down at the small boy cuddled into him. "Hey, you feelin' warmed up now?"

"Yeah!" Spazzy squeaked, nodding his little head vigorously in affirmation. "No cold no more!"

"Good!" Mike praised, slowly heaving himself up off the icy front porch steps and taking the boy up into his arms. "I'm glad. Now, let's go inside and get some of those Christmas cookies Ryan and Brix made before your papa eats them all!"

At that, joyful giggles rang through the snowy air, satisfying and falling upon the ears of a man who could not possibly be more at peace.

Content with his work, Mike carried the boy into the house, unable to stop smiling the enormous smile that came as a result of knowing that he once again had give the beloved little boy his much-needed loving warmth.

{End}

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yes I know it's short as fuck but I felt like we needed some closure here. hope you've enjoyed Jay's Garbage: part 12 of infinitely many more.

In other news, I have lots of new stuff planned for 2017, so get ready, my bitches...it's gonna be a beautiful disaster (as always).

Stay gold y'all .

~Jay
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Happy new year!