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Date Posted: Sun, Apr 30 2006, 9:02pm PDT
Author: Kate
Subject: inside
In reply to: Quin 's message, "Inside" on Sun, Apr 30 2006, 8:52pm PDT

She frowned at her husbands last words, looking over at him for a second before she focused back on her son. This was the little boy who had comforted and held her so many times, who had grown up to fast because of his family situation. He was the one who had whispered to her so many times it's alright mommy, daddy loves you, he does. I love you. He's just busy mommy. I love you, I promise. I'll always love you mommy . Tears welled up in her own eyes at that and she just had to tug him back into her arms, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. She hated that he had to go through all of this, he had gave so much as a child and it seemed when he hit his teen's he just had nothing more to give to anyone. She ran her hand over his head, feeling him relax and sink into her embrace once again. Her fingers trailed through the back of his hair, making little shapes with her nail the way he liked it and in no time at all the twenty two year old millionare was asleep in his mothers arms.

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