To Write Love on His Arms

It wasn't fun. No, no the pain was immense. It stabbed me through the heart and made me a hiccuping, sobbing mess. My chest felt so heavy and I couldn't get up from the floor by myself. My own mother had to help me up. My dear sweet loving mother. Definitely got my height from but I could care less, I was a mommy's boy. Always have been and always will be.

I shivered when she ran her hands up and down my back. I was very aware of June's piercing gaze and my mother's magical touch made me cry less. I heard her say something to June but I didn't pay attention, too busy clutching onto the woman that gave birth to me. I nuzzled my head into the shoulder the more she rubbed my back, making all my tenseness disappear.

With one of her sweet kisses to my head I was out of that scary place in my mind. For a second it was just me and momma, her helping me feel better by placing me in an equal state of mind. I wasn't sad, nor was I happy. I was calm. I was fine. Nothing was bothering me and nothing mattered. The only thing tugging at my brain to do was sleep.

I sighed, no longer crying and closed my eyes. Breathing in her scent I slowly started falling asleep. Falling, falling and falling more until my thoughts were blank and then-

"Atticus honey, don't fall asleep on me dear." I heard my mom say. I felt the couch sink further and felt my father's hand on my shoulder. I whined, feeling like a child and shut my eyes tight.

"Bngh." I said, my word muffled by her shoulder. I felt her laugh, along with my dad. "But honey, you gotta stay awake." She said and ran her fingers through my hair. I shook my head no. "Yes you do." She said again. "Nooo." I whined quietly. "Oh really huh?" She asked.

I nodded my head in response. "Oh okay. Well then I guess you father will just have to put this chocolate ice cream back." She said with a fake sigh. I jumped up and fell out of her lap. I was slightly disoriented for a second and found myself staring at two pairs of shoes across from me. I looked up through my fringe to see June and Dr. Chase peering at me.

June's eyes held curiosity and we held gazes for a second. Beautiful eyes, two separate colors looking back at me. Rich and absolutely breath taking. Then my mind twirled back around to the though of chocolate ice cream.

"Hey you meanie! Don't you dare even think about touching my ice cream!" I whined like a three year old and sat up. I looked at my parents who smiled down and me. My dad held out a white bowl filled with the delicious cold treat. I grinned and took the bowl from him, quickly taking a spoon full into my mouth.

Both of my parents chuckled as my father ruffled my hair, "That's our boy."