You're Beautiful To Me

Ten minutes later Miles has finally calmed down a little, his crying sobs turning into soft whimpers as he sniffles and rubs his face against my neck. "What's wrong baby?" I whisper into his ear as I continue to hold him, one hand sliding up to gently stroke his hair and he whines softly before clenching his hands tighter in the back of my robe and I tighten my hold on him. "It's ok baby I've got you" I whisper, trying to reassure him and his body relaxes a little against mine. "How about we lay down?" I ask, crossing the room to the bed and when I reach it I gently ease Miles away from my chest, standing him on the bed and he steps back and sits down, waiting for me to sit beside him and I move us over and lay back against the pillows, pulling him to lay against my chest and he melts into me again. "What's wrong baby?" I try again and Miles lets out a soft yawn before saying "Please don't make me go back to school daddy." "But you have to go to school baby" I tell him and his breath hitches again before his eyes well with more tears. "Please daddy" he begs, his voice cracking and I feel my heart throb painfully as I pull him even closer and say "Ok baby, you don't have to go." We fall silent after that, Miles rubbing his fingers over the front of my robe and a few minutes later the bathroom door opens and Frank comes out dressed in pyjama pants, sending us a small smile as he cross the room and grabs a shirt from the drawer. After he's fully dressed he comes over and joins us on the bed, reaching out and gently stroking his hand up and down Miles' back and he lets out a soft contented hum as he keeps playing with my robe. "How about some hot chocolate?" Frank asks, knowing it's one of Miles' favourite drinks and Miles' face breaks out into a little smile as he turns his head to look at Frank and Frank smiles back before climbing off the bed and bending down a little, holding his hands out behind him and Miles gets to his feet and walks across the mattress, climbing onto Franks back and they leave the room. Once they're gone I stand up and go over to the closet, grabbing my own pyjama pants and a shirt and quickly changing before joining them in the kitchen where I find Miles sitting on the bench beside the oven and Frank is standing beside him, stirring at the milk in the pan over the heat. After the hot chocolate I take Miles into his room and tuck him in, grabbing the Harry Potter book we've been reading together and I sit beside the bed as I read him the next chapter, his eyes closed and his breathing even by the time it's done.

The next morning I wake up to soft footsteps sounding in the hallway before the bedroom door creaks open and I crack my eyes open to see Miles standing there, his hair still messed up from sleeping and he hesitantly tiptoes across the room, my eyes slipping closed again and I pretend to still be asleep until I feel the blanket get pulled back and Miles climbs into bed beside me and I slide my arms out and grab him, crushing him to my chest as I make a quiet roaring noise and he starts giggling as I pull him against my chest. "Morning baby" I greet him and he snuggles up against my chest, getting himself comfortable before going still and we lay in silence for a few minutes before I start softly singing, Miles' body fully relaxing against mine. After the song is finished Miles asks for another one and just as I start to sing again Frank rolls over and groans out "What's all the noise?" Cracking his eyes open and smiling at us. Miles smiles back at him and I turn my head to press a soft kiss to Franks lips, his lips slowly moving against mine before we pull apart and I turn back to Miles. A few minutes later the alarm goes off and Frank drags himself out of bed, stretching as he crosses the room towards the bathroom, going in and closing the door behind him and I shift back further towards the middle of the bed, pulling Miles with me and we snuggle back under the blankets. A minute later Frank comes back out and leaves the room, going to get Anna up for school and I softly stroke Miles' hair as I say "You wanna help me make breakfast?" A small smile on his face as he nods his head, both of us climbing out of the bed and leaving the room hand in hand.

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