Raise A New (tomtord) (parents)

The Picture

//Tom's POV//

"What is it?", I asked my beloved, yet irritating husband. Please believe me when I say I love him endlessly, yea, we fight. But all couples do that!...sometimes more than others...but no matter what, he is my husband and I love him.

I saw him tearing up, literally about to start balling. That worried me. I don't like seeing him or Torm cry. I mean, I'm so used to Torm crying because when he was an imfant, he cried very often, but Tord, he never cried. I have only see him cry twice, at our wedding and when giving birth to Torm.

"We'll talk about that in the room..." he spoken, just above a whisper. I nodded. Now was not the time for a fight. I looked at Torm...well, his head. He buried his face into the warmth fabric of my hoodie. I rubbed his back, trying to calm him down. I never knew who owned most of my heart, Tord or Torm, I could never say half and half because a whole is 100. Half of 100 is 50, and I know that 50 isn't even close to how it feels. That was probably really confusing, but at least I knew what I'm talking about.

"Torm? What's wrong? Why are you crying?" I asked, I was very concerned. He didn't reply, not a sign, not a word, just tears. Tord stared at him, then at me, then down at the floor. I really wish I knew what the problem was so I could fix it. 2 minutes after I asked my question, Torm went quiet. I checked him to see if he was okay, and I think he was. He just fell asleep in my arms. Maybe that's why he was crying, probably just cranky, makes sense, I don't recall him having a nap today. I mouthed to Tord that he was asleep and he nodded.

We walked upstairs to our room since we all shared a room. Tord was very scared of Torm's safety at night. He fears that someone might break in and he wants to be as close in rooms to Torm as possible to keep him safe. I put him in his little bed and put up the fences on each side of the bed that kinda made it look like a crib. Torm likes to roll in his sleep, and he would roll off the bed and hit his head. Tord grabbed his pacifier and put it in his mouth.

We sat on our bed, Tord starring at the ground. "Here.." he handed me a piece of paper.