We had an ice cream desert and then i took him home. Treating his injuries and helped him with his assignments.
We spent the rest of the evening having fun and playing brain puzzles until Dean cuddled into my lap, deeply asleep. I leaned my head against the sofa, listening to his soft steady breathing as he curled his little hands into fists.
I was just about dozing off when i heard the high pitched sound of someone dialing the keypad. My eyelids shot wide open, my heightened sense on alert - a defense mechanism i had built up during my two years abroad.
"You aren't asleep yet?", Richard appeared in the living room, holding on to a brown envelope. He stared at me before settling his gaze on the sleeping child.
"No", i lied flatly, only that it wasn't entirely a lie.
He smiled briefly
