Blaine used to hate falling asleep at night, when he was left in a cold bed without anyone there to wrap him in a pair of warm arms. He used to shiver until he finally passed out, the sound of his chattering teeth his only lullaby, but it wasnt always the cold that had him shuddering. He sometimes heard the scraping of fingers down his window, and saw a wavering shadow dart across his black room. But he would have rather been eaten by a monster than cry for his dad, who slapped him the first and only time hed ever called him out of bed so he would comfort him and tell him that there were no monsters, and maybe even stay with him until the sun came up. Hed always longed to curl into his dads hard chest and hear his drumming heart, and to feel those strong, protective arms loop around him, holding him so close that he knew nothing could get him. That had never happened, but now, as Blaine stumbled after Kurt, both of them so exhausted after their long day of playing, he was sure that he would find a place near his warm, best friend to lay his head.

Kurt waddled over to the bed first, picking up the baby doll that Blaine had left behind on the dresser on his way under the blankets. He burrowed under the stack of sheets, popping back up after he found the most comfortable position and flopping onto his pillow. Boosting himself up, Blaine took the other side of the bed-not that it was very wide in the first place-and he felt Kurt snuggle against his chest. He put Snow White between them, then he almost scooted on top of her so he could be as close as he could to Blaine. They looped completely around each other, and Kurt dropped his head to Blaines collarbone. "Will you read to me?" He peeped, his voice as soft as silk that blew against Blaines ear. The beautiful sound made him quiver. For once, he wasnt shaking because he was terrified or cold. Now, he was at ease and very warm, from his nose down to his toes.

Twisting around just enough to grab the book but not enough to make Kurt slide off of him, Blaine grabbed his storybook and opened it to the page theyd left off. He pointed at the first word so Kurt could understand what he was reading. With Kurts desire to comprehend everything, to know all that he could, to realize why butterflies flew away when the snow started falling, Blaine tried to help him read English words by letting him follow along to every sound that flicked off of his tongue. "One day, the Evil Queen became so jealous of Snow Whites newfound love that she vowed to take her heart, knowing that she herself wasnt enough to keep Snow White by her side. As long as she had some part of her, she would always be happy. But the prince overheard of this wicked plot as he came to visit his beauty, and he would have no part of it. He urged his love to come with him, as he would keep her safe, and she went with him, even though she wanted to believe that her stepmother had some good in her. But year after year of being bound to that woman who seemed to crave keeping her working to make her happy, but had no mind for what Snow White wished for, exactly what the prince was willing to give her, had turned Snow White against her stepmother. So, the two of them left without a look back, and they escaped to a small cottage in the woods, where they found themselves surrounded by dwarves who swore to take up arms for the lovely girl. The prince soon left Snow White in the dwarves hands, trusting them to lose their own lives before they let Snow White lose hers, and he went off to finish the Evil Queen once and for all."

Closing the book before Kurt could get a peek at the next chapter, as he was already trying to flip the page so he could look at the picture to see what happened in the battle between the prince and the Evil Queen, he set it aside and pulled Kurt on top of him. Kurt squeaked at the sudden, unexpected affection, but he happily curled up into a tiny ball, his cheek resting against Blaines heart. "I love you." He purred, his blue eyes squeezing shut as he tried to go to sleep, as if he just wanted to get through the night so he could wake up and start their fun day all over again.

Smiling down at the crown of Kurts blond head, he ran his fingers through those soft locks, "Dont try to blink the night away." He whispered to him, running his fingertips over Kurts fluttering lids. He finally let them droop over his eyes, no longer trying to force his sleep. "I had fun, too, but I want to fall asleep. I always dream of you."

Kurts cheeks turned pink, and those blond lashes lifted again, "Oh, Blaine, but what if I dont?"

He pulled Kurts face up to his, pecking his nose and his forehead with gentle kisses, "Dont worry... you will. I promise." Lowering his black lashes, Blaine rubbed his mouth against Kurts, hearing him whimper at the sweet touch, "Dream of this." Kurts heart thundered much quicker against Blaines chest, a constant beating that Blaine loved to memorize the sporadic rhythm of. As Kurt drifted off in his shielding arms, Blaine stared down at that pink face, watching his lips part and his lashes bat as he went deeper and deeper into his wonderful dreams. Stroking that forehead, which was slightly wrinkled, Blaine thought of the mind that was within, that beautiful mind that was full of Blaine. Blaine might have feared falling asleep, just as Kurt had, because what he saw when his eyes were open was so amazing, but he knew that his dreams were helpless to Kurt, who was like a dream himself, so he let his eyes fall shut.

"Daddy!" Blaine jerked his heavy head up at the shout of one of his children, and he turned this way and that, searching the field of flowers for those brown eyes. The flowers were endless, many of them so tall that Blaine had to move his head in order to see around them, as if they were trying to blind him to his baby. The bed hed made for himself wasnt very soft, the pain of the thorns shooting through his thighs numbing his body to the light petals. Glancing around himself, he reached down for one of the flowers that seemed to be singing, a mournful wail that sounded like his name, and he plucked it from the ground. Only one thorn stuck out from the frail stem, but, angered that it had been ripped from the ground, the flower screamed and prickled, thousands of thorns growing from that tiny, innocent flower and jabbing his hand. He yelped and shook the flower out of his hand, but the thorns were still glued to his palm. Plucking them out, he put his bloody hand on his jeans, trying to ignore the wound that would just have to wait. "Daddy!"

The cry echoed above the shrilly sobbing flowers, and he looked around for his baby again, but he found nothing. "Hunter!" He got to his feet, feeling the flowers wrap around his legs and hold him in place. Lifting both of his feet and snapping many of the stems, he walked forward a few steps but stopped again. He didnt know where he was supposed to be looking. "Hunt! Baby, Im here!" Laughter bubbled from somewhere behind him, a throaty noise that he instantly recognized as his other baby. Whipping around, Blaine widened his eyes at his black haired baby, those curls bouncing and waving through the wind as he ran from his père, who was trailing on his heels. Both of them were little blurs of blue and pink, but Blaine tried to keep his focus on them as he pushed and shoved through the thousands of flowers that bit at his feet. "Kurt! Archer!"

Neither of them seemed to hear him because they kept going, weaving behind a giant flower that shot up into the clouds. Worried that they would climb up that flower and disappear into the puffs of white, never to be seen again, Blaine ran just a little faster, but he kept getting tripped by those hissing flowers. "Kurt! Wait! Its me!" Kurt suddenly poked his nose out on the other side of the stem, and Archer ran out from behind it, playing a game of hide-and-seek with his père as he darted behind another flower. "Archer!"

He still went unheard, but neither of them would have paid attention to him even if they had noticed him because their heads snapped down to the shaking ground. Blaine jumped as the flowers below him vibrated, a motion that made them heated with anger because they all raised their quills. The millions of needles pricked Blaines ankles and feet, making him growl and try to pull both of his feet up. Looking out at his husband and son, Blaine gasped as they struggled against the thorns that climbed up their bodies. He realized that his own body was being chained down by vines that whipped up from those once tiny flowers, and he yanked as hard as he could against the trapping limbs. "Kurt! Archer!" He shouted so noisily that his voice broke, but they were still deaf to his words, both of them spinning this way and that as they sought something to help them out of the rope. But there was nothing but more flowers that rose up around them, stretching so high and so wide that most of Blaines view was blocked of anything. The sun above them vanished behind a cloud of petals. Blaine blinked his eyes so they could adjust to the abrupt darkness, but everything he might have been able to see was gone when a pair of short legs crossed his line of sight.

Staring at his baby, who was so close to him, he watched him snicker at something he couldnt see. He weaved in and out of the stems, ignoring the thorns that slashed his skin and drew blood to the surface. His focus was on something that Blaine wished he knew about. Straining against the vines, Blaine pushed toward Hunter, even though he knew he would lose his hands as all of the circulation was cut off by the tightening vines. "Hunter! Come to Daddy! Im right here!" Hunter whipped around at something, but it certainly wasnt Blaines voice because he looked right past him, as if he wasnt even there, and a fearful expression finally overwhelmed that little face. He ran a few steps away, but he didnt get far before the thing that was causing all of the trembling reflected in those brown eyes. Turning his head to the right, Blaine screamed at the man who held his husband and his son in those huge arms. "Karofsky! No! Let them go!"

Not even Karofsky spared him a passing glance, the man who had loved him for the longest time and now wanted nothing to do with him. He just kept on his path to Hunter, the better thing than Blaine because he hadnt yet disappointed him as Blaine had, who backed a few steps away but stopped when a thorn poked his back. "Hunter! Run! You have to run! Get away from him!" Blaine begged, his voice shaking as much as the ground was because tears streamed from his eyes. "Please! Hunter! Listen to Daddy!" Fighting the vines that had him pinned so he couldnt save them, Blaine thrashed so much that he didnt even hear Karofsky close that short distance. When he opened his eyes again, he almost melted to a pile of mush when he saw Karofsky throw aside the two people he obviously wasnt interested in anymore and snatch up Hunter. Such a rage burst from his heart that he swore he could have turned into a fire breathing dragon and scorched Karofsky until there was nothing left of him. "Karofsky! Take me instead! You used to love me! Kill me! Kill me!" Hearing a crack that he wasnt sure was his neck or Hunters, Blaine screamed because he still felt fine. He felt fine. He started to lift his head so he could see if his strong boy had lashed out against Karofsky, but all he saw was red.

It was all red-"Blaine." He heard a small cry, and he threw his fists out as he tried to no feat to hit Karofsky away from his baby. "Oh!" Something moved on top of his chest, and he opened his eyes that he hadnt been aware had been closed, only to find blackness, no more redness. Blaine breathed out in relief. He sucked in so much air to fill up his lungs that had been completely emptied in his desperate screaming. Looking around for his baby, who he wasnt sure if hed gotten away from Karofsky or not, Blaine blinked at the silhouette that appeared above him. A pair of eyes peered down at him, a glassy shield hiding that beautiful blue from Blaine. Suddenly, a bead of wetness dropped to his neck, and he reached up and felt the warm water.

His husband, the strong boy who hadnt cried for Archers sake, quivered with tears that seeped from his cloudy eyes. Soft peeps slipped out of his mouth, but he couldnt scream like he wanted because of the sleeping boy in the room just next to theirs. Realizing that hed been dreaming a horrible dream and must have shouted in his sleep, Blaine worried that hed woken Archer, as well as Kurt. Even though he heard nothing from the other bedroom, he still scooted over to the edge of the bed and threw his feet to the floor. He hobbled over to the doorway, his limbs so sore because he must have tensed up. Convinced that he should have felt those holes in his skin that the thorns had marked him with, he looked down at his hands, but he saw nothing but the old scars that hed given himself. He was just dreaming, but he almost couldnt believe it. His son had been so close to him.

Shaking his head to clear those thoughts from it, he looked around the corner to Archers bed, which still had a lump on top of it. He squeezed a baby doll to his chest to make up for the lack of his best friend, and he seemed to be having the same nightmare that Blaine had by the slight frown to his lips. Heading over to Archers bedside, Blaine walked as quietly as he could, then he sat down very carefully on the edge of the bed. There should have been another baby that was on the side of the bed that Blaine was sitting on, one leg hanging off the bed, that awkward position that Hunter always seemed to roll over into, but there was nothing but a little baby that was curled up on the other side. He turned his gaze away from Archer and flicked his eyes around the room, pausing for a moment on the toy box, but he didnt stay there for long when his eyes caught on all of the toys that Hunter had chewed holes through. He wasnt sure if hed ever be able to fix those toys for Archer, even if all of the stuffing came out, because he knew that his little Hunter had loved to chew on things, the naughty baby that he was.

His eyes idly drifted over the open closet, where some of their clothes were hung up-they still hadnt had the chance to unpack yet, and he blinked at Hunters much longer clothes. Lifting his hand, Blaine yanked a lock of his hair and pulled the limp curl over his forehead. He sighed very heavily and turned back to Archer, reaching down for his pretty baby. Smoothing a curl off his damp cheek, Blaine bent for a kiss and heard Archer mewl as he stretched awake. He tucked his arms under his baby, sliding him out from under his warm blankets, and he hushed him when he cried and batted his fists. "Shh... Daddys got you. Why dont you come sleep with me and your père, sweetheart?" Carrying his baby out of the lonely room, he returned to his own bedroom and watched his husband quickly wipe away his tears, hiding his sadness from Archer. Neither of them had really spoken about how they were going to talk to their one year old child about what had happened with his best friend, so their unsaid decision was to just let him think that Hunter had picked the best hiding spot ever.

Bringing Archer to the bed, he handed him over to Kurt, who cradled his baby so close to him and gave him a kiss. "Its okay, my dearest love." He squeaked to him, his weak voice like a wind chime, a soft trill. Kurt gave Blaine a worried expression after Archer tucked himself into Kurts dress, and Blaine reached back for him and gently rubbed his thigh.

He turned his back on his husband as he grabbed his phone from the dresser, going through his contacts for the one person he didnt want to face. "I cant do this anymore." He told himself, knowing that Kurt had heard him and was obviously wondering what he was talking about when a light hand pressed to his back and stroked him.

After the tenth ring, the other line finally clicked on-Blaine had worried that he would have to wait until morning to talk to Wes, who he needed now. He was so tired of waiting. "Blaine?" Wes gurgled, a yawn interrupting him.

"Wes?" Blaine muttered, his brows shooting up. "I-Im sorry its late. I have to... I have to talk to you now." Clearing his throat a few times, Blaine glanced over his shoulder at Kurt and Archer, his baby already snoozing in Kurts arms. Blaine watched a bubble of spit blow from Archers red lips, but Kurt swiped it away with light fingers. When Wes coughed, reminding him that he was on the phone with someone, Blaine frowned. He didnt want to do this. "Im taking my family to France. I have to protect them... I cant-Ill talk to you about it later." He rubbed his aching forehead, clicking off the call before he could get bombarded with questions about what he was thinking. He didnt want to deal with it now, not with his broken hearted husband and his naïve baby behind him.

Throwing the phone aside, Blaine twisted back around to face his husband, who leaned closer to him and rubbed his cheek against his. "Ill get us a house." Blaine promised him, and he quietly murmured an agreement. "I-I cant be near him, Kurt. I cant. I have to keep you and Archer safe."

Kurt looked down at the baby resting in his arms, and both of them gave him a few more kisses before he was laid on the bed. "If you think that this is what is best for us..." He didnt go on with that thought because his tears choked him up, and then he whispered, "Oh, Blaine, Im just so scared. I dont know where we could be that he wouldnt get to us... to little Archer. He killed Everett in France." Brushing his hand over Archers forehead, Kurt pulled his lips down when Archer sighed. He slid his hand down to Archers locket, which was trapped under his chin, and he flipped it open to see their lost baby. "Hes so young... I never want him to forget Hunter, but I want him to forget that bad man. I want him to have a happy life. It wont be the same the day he marries because I wanted so badly for him and Hunter to end up together..." His voice faded away again, and he went off on a new thought because he was too devastated to continue with his last, "His good life shouldnt end so soon... like dear Hunters did."

Blaine lifted Kurts hand from Archers locket and brought it to his lips, and Kurt sniffed and fell against his chest. They wrapped around each other as tightly as they could, their bodies never quite close enough. "Thank you for loving the children." Kurt peeped, pressing his lips to the side of Blaines neck, "Youre such a good daddy."

Glimpsing down at his baby again, Blaine watched his chest lift and drop, and he hoped it would never fall and not come back up again. "When I was little... I always wanted two boys of my own." Kurt cried against his neck, so Blaine squeezed him, a warm and tender embrace, "I thought about how well you and I did together... we were perfect for each other... and we still are. But I knew that... I wanted to have two, little boys with you. And I wanted them to have the love that we do." Tears suddenly swelled in his golden eyes, the first time hed ever allowed himself to cry anywhere near Archer. "And I cant even imagine what Archer must be feeling... because if I had lost you when we were only children-" He gulped down those horrible words, quieting himself by pressing his lips together so he could kiss Kurt again. "I taught him to be strong. Do you think he fought... so he could come back to Archer?"

Kurts blond head bobbed, "I think he fought just like you would have... so you could see me again. And I think he would have been strong enough to get away from him... but Karofsky doesnt fight fair!" His brows furrowed at the sound of that name coming from his lips, "He doesnt fight like a man. Hes a coward!" Shaking his head, Kurt burrowed into Blaines shoulder and whispered, "I think he fought to get back to you. To all of us. He was so strong... just like his daddy." Rubbing Blaines arm, Kurt grabbed his thick wrist that he couldnt wrap his entire hand around and brought it to his waist, enfolding himself in Blaines powerful grip that hadnt been strong enough to hold onto Hunter.

Hunter came to sometime in the early morning-at least, he thought it was morning by the way that heavy curtain wasnt so dark anymore. Red light glowed through the black fabric, as if the world behind that thick wall had burst into flames. He would have rather ran through scalding flames to get back to his home than spend one more moment with the man who had taken him from his family. But Hunter didnt even know which way to go if he did escape. He wished he had thought to memorize road signs and directions as that woman took him away, but his eyes had been closed as hed cried for his daddy because hed been scared. But he couldnt cry anymore. He had to think of what his daddy would want for him, which would be to try to make the best of things.

Pulling his chin up from the pillow, Hunter slid his hand down to his sharply aching stomach that had been the thing to wake him with its noisy gurgling. He hadnt eaten for a very long time, at least since yesterday afternoon, so he had to get something in his stomach. Hed only gotten sick once before, when he was a little less than a year, and every sneeze had caused the color to drain from his daddys face. Hed hovered over him for long hours at a time, picking him up every now and then and holding him against his warm body, then laying him back down after hed changed the snotty sheets. Every few hours, hed open his mouth and urge him to drink something that tasted foul but helped his throat feel less scratchy. And there were the frequent baths between every nap he took, when his daddy would wash the sweat from his skin and clean the drool from his mouth. Hed been doting to him, doing everything he could to break the fever, and by the next morning, he was all better. Of course, his protective daddy had earnestly disagreed with his fussing to escape the boring bed, making him a very unhappy baby when his Archer was let back in the room and was able to run around, sometimes bouncing on the end of the bed, sometimes burrowing into their toy box, sometimes smacking his lips on a peanut butter sandwich, while Hunter was fed soup and just had to lay still.

But hed known all along that his daddy was doing everything in his best favor, and even when hed tried to sneak out of bed so he could join Archer in one of his romps and was quickly pressed back to the mattress, he hadnt been angry with his daddy. Hed loved him all the more for his unwavering care for him, even when he could have retired to bed but chose instead to sit in the chair in the corner and hold his drooping head up, as if Hunter was going to keel over the moment he let himself doze off. So, he knew his daddy would want him to keep himself healthy until he could have his daddys constant reminders to eat his vegetables and get a good night of sleep. Pushing himself off the bed, Hunter crept over to the slightly open door, hearing absolutely nothing from downstairs, not even a TV. He scooted down the stairs, looking over the living room for that big man, but it was all silent. And motionless. Maybe Karofsky had finally left, giving him the chance to sneak out the door and also leave that awful house. He would certainly like to leave as soon as he could, that way his memory of this horrid place would leave his mind all the sooner. He didnt want to remember the creaking stairs, nor the rank stench that ruined his desire to breathe in fresh air. He missed the open ocean, all of that beauty that went on for miles, space for him to run around and smell all that he wanted, rather than the sour odor that burned his nose.

Tiptoeing over the screaming wood that was only muffled by a thin, ripped up layer of carpet, Hunter poked his nose into the kitchen and widened his eyes at the body that was sitting at the table. The man was bent over what looked like a newspaper, his eyes squeezed very tightly shut and his fingers dug into his scalp. He massaged his head a few times, taking a deep breath and then blowing it out. Opening his eyes again, the man flipped the page and glared at whatever he was reading, but, as if he had sensed Hunter, he lifted his heavy head and raised his brows at him. Hunter stayed in the doorway, fearful of coming any closer to that man, but he couldnt turn his back, either. He needed food, and even more than that, he needed to not be hit again. The last time he had turned his back on him hadnt gone over too well, and hed quickly learned his lesson. "Are you hungry?" Hunter didnt realize that those soft words had come from Karofsky, but this time they didnt offer any comfort to him when it came to getting confidence to draw nearer to him. He knew that the rocky man and his moods changed almost instantly.

Scooting away from the table, Karofsky heaved himself up and turned away from Hunter, opening and closing a few cabinets in his search for something to feed a baby. All he found was a bag of chips that had been emptied of everything but a few crumbs, and a warm case of pop, and a couple of empty bottles. He went over to the pantry and pushed the door aside, then he picked out a box of cereal. Looking around himself as if he knew that something else was supposed to go with cereal but he didnt know what, he finally gave up and stepped over to Hunter, who pulled back and hid behind the other side of the wall. Karofsky rolled his eyes at the way Hunter flinched when he brought his hand down, but he must have known that he couldnt push any more limits because, rather than try to hand the box to Hunter, he put it down on the floor. "I wont hit you." He promised Hunter, who plopped to the floor right where he was and pulled the box closer to himself. He wouldnt dare lean toward Karofsky, so he stuck his hand out and withdrew it as quickly as he could. Opening the top of the box, he glanced in at the slightly browned cereal, but he figured that this was the best thing he had in the kitchen.

He scooped a handful of cereal out and stuck it into his mouth, crunching on the hardened flakes. Watching Karofsky head back to the table, Hunter blinked at what he was doing, hating that his curiosity always seemed to get the best of him. "What are you doing?" He mumbled, keeping his voice low so that maybe Karofsky wouldnt hear him and he could pretend that nothing had happened. Maybe his urge to know everything he could would go away, and they could return to their awkward silence. But Karofsky had picked up on what he said, and those brown eyes raised again.

He pressed his thin lips together, then he parted them again, "Im looking for a job so I can give you a better life." Tilting his head at Karofsky, Hunter boosted himself to his feet and padded over to the table, but he hesitated on the other side of it. Karofsky held out his arms for him, only to get rejected when Hunter took another step back. Shaking his head again, he put his elbow on the table and rested his chin on his fist, "I want to make this work if you do. Let me be a dad to you." When Hunter didnt say anything, privately hating the way Karofsky was trying to take over as his dad but unwilling to say anything because he was afraid of being punished, Karofsky opened his mouth again. "Do you want to go out tomorrow? You and me can get some food... and I can get a job." Hunters mouth turned up at the thought of finally being able to go out, when he could try for another escape as soon as Karofsky turned his back on him. Karofsky must have mistaken his smile for happiness that he was going on an outing because he grinned back at him, but that grin quickly made Hunters go away when he saw those yellowing teeth.

Just seeing all of the differences between this man and his real parents made Hunters shoulders drop and his chin fall down because he missed them so much. He wondered what they were doing without him, if they were trying to get him back, if they could even find him. Maybe, to his luck, he would run into them when Karofsky took him out tomorrow. Forcing another bite of the stale cereal down his throat just because he didnt want to be thin and pathetic when he found them again, Hunter jerked his head up to the man that was in those shoes that came into his line of sight. Karofsky stood above him, looking down at him with unreadable eyes. He knelt in front of Hunter and took him into his arms, crushing him against his chest again. "I know what you think of me... but you need to know that I love you." He pressed his lips to Hunters before he could yank back, that cold mouth rubbing over Hunters. Saliva spread over Hunters dry mouth, and Hunter almost gagged, but he lost his ability to do much of anything when those large hands came to his groin and bottom, rubbing and squeezing him until Hunter gasped, a sound that made Karofsky pull his hands away. But that hand quickly came back to his bottom, one finger tracing up and down the line between his cheeks. "Its okay... I wont hurt you."

Karofsky kissed him one last time, and then he stood up and laid his hand against his own groin, where an odd bump stuck out, making a tent out of his sweats. Taking a step away from Hunter, he muttered in a gruff voice, "Finish your breakfast. Ill be in the bathroom if you need me." He paced away from Hunter on his long legs that covered a lot of distance in one step, so he was gone within moments, and Hunter heard the click of the bathroom door shutting. Sitting down on his prickling bottom, Hunter looked down at his groin, wondering why Karofsky kept touching there. But he knew that he would have to wonder no more when he returned to his daddy, who only touched there during bath time. Putting the cereal box aside, Hunter got to his feet and returned to his bedroom, where everything was quiet and he could just think without worrying about when Karofsky would be around the corner. Itd only been a few hours since hed arrived at this home, and besides when hed first gotten in trouble for peering out the window, Karofsky hadnt intruded on his silence. And even though hed rather hear Archers laughter, the silence was better than Karofskys grating screaming.

Holding up his teddy bear, he squeezed him to his chest and said, "Were going home tomorrow! Do you remember our family?" He fished his journal out of his pocket and flipped to the first page, showing his teddy everyone that the two of them missed so much. He looked at the little doodle hed made and frowned at the way hed been scratched out, so he turned to another page and put his pen against that one, remaking the drawing of his little, but perfect, family with him next to his Archer and his daddy and his père and his uncle. Pulling the journal away again, he looked over the beautiful picture and smiled at the way all of their hands were intertwined, keeping anyone else from taking him away again, not when he was in his daddys strong grip.