bad 4 us (Scömìche)

What Do I Know

Scott's POV
What are you doing?" I walked into the kitchen. "Cleaning up your mess that you never seem to clean up. You know, if Mrs. Kane or I didn't live here you would have the worst cockroach infestation." I gave him a look. "That can't happen." He shot his head toward me. "What can't happen? Getting bugs from living in a pigs pen? Oh hell yes it can." I simply shook my head. "What the hell ever Scott. What the hell do I know?" He stormed off in the direction of one of his safe rooms. I sighed and started cleaning up what he didn't get to. I felt bad that I pissed him off but he was being a little over sensitive. Then I looked at the date. The anniversary of his grandma's passing. I let a tear fall down my cheek. My baby was in pain and I couldn't see it. He was so close to his grandma that when she died just a year ago, he was an emotional wreck and he still is. I walked in the direction of where he went. "Mitch baby. I'm sorry I treated you like that. Can you please come out? I know that you're upset." I heard a small sniffle and I saw the door ajar on one of the many hidden rooms in this house. I opened it slowly and crawled in. I saw a small figure curled up on a bean bag in the corner of the room. He had a the blanket and teddy bear that his grandma gave him when he graduated college. I crawled to him and picked him up. I sat him on my lap and pulled him close to me. He laid his head on my chest so he could listen to my heartbeat. I watched a tear slide down his cheek silently and I kissed it away. I hated when I saw him like this. It hurt me to see him in pain. "I love you baby." I whispered into his ear. "I love you too, but don't be such an ass." He sniffled and wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his sweater. I nuzzled my head into his neck. "I just miss her so much." He let out a quiet sob. "I know baby, I understand that it hurts. We'll get through this together." He sniffles and looked up at me. "Promise?" I nodded in agreement. "Promise." He nuzzled farther into my chest. I ran my fingers through his short hair. His breathing finally calmed and I listened to the smaller man pure at my touch. I had the love of my life in my arms. I couldn't let him drown in grief. I couldn't lose him. Well, I thought I couldn't.