- Graham Chandler -
I watch as Tes cradles the chubby-cheeked little boy to her chest as he sobs quietly, his small fingers wrapping around a lock of her hair. Santana returns with a bottle in hand, oblivious to me standing at the entrance.
"Here you go," she whispers, passing it to her.
She presses the n****e to Layne's mouth and he latches on instantly, drinking greedily and releasing soft sounds of appreciation. I smile in relief when I see his eyes start to flutter until they close, his fingers still in her hair.
Tes and I arrived here at the clubhouse around nine and I had planned on staying here and making sure she was all right after the nightmare she had the night before. Unfortunately, something came up and I was forced to leave her side.
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