nathan
When Hayden and I walk into his house, we can barely stand on our tired legs. The entire morning had been spent in the hospital, waiting to speak with the police and then waiting for Levi to wake up. It barely felt like Christmas anymore, and all I want to do is sleep. Hayden falls onto the couch and I follow, but land on his lap.
“I don’t even think I can get up,” I groan, “too tired.”
“Good because I’m too tired too,” Hayden whines from below me, “do you want your present today or tomorrow?”
“My present?” I ask, “You got me a present?”
“What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t?”
“Oh wow,” I smile as he reaches under the couch and pulls out a tiny box,
“Merry Christmas.”
“Thank you,” I say, taking the small box in my hands delicately. He kisses the side of my head as I
