The Secret Garden

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Vincent felt a certain weight on his chest, his vision cleared and a mop of brown hair filtered his vision. Dylan. He smiled and hugged him closer making Dylan shift and wake up. oops. Vincent slowly patted Dylan's back and Dylan being Dylan slept again. He had been pulling a lot of night shifts lately and what Vincent had done with Dylan last night, he definitely needed rest. Vincent shifted and made Dylan lay on his stomach on the bed. He lifted the sheets to expect soreing on Dylan's butt but thankfully it was nothing out of sorts that Dylan couldn't manage. However, it was stingy enough that he would be reminded of that time very very frequently. Vincent smiled to himself as he slid out of bed. he would go make breakfast for his little boy and then get him an ointment for his skin and then drop him off at the hospital. Vincent looked at Dylan who was now snoring softly again. Vincent sat besides him and then thought of something that he could do to cheer Dylan up. He had the perfect excuse and the perfect reason too. Vincent reached out and ruffled Dylan's hair. He got up and went downstairs to prepare for breakfast.
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