He puts his head in my lap and closes his eyes. I smile and take a deep breath, moving his head out of my lap and laying beside him instead. I wrap my arms around his torso and close my eyes, burying my face in his neck.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Swallowing, I rest my arms on the counter and look at the floor to calm down, "Go back to sleep," I say, closing my eyes for a second, "I'm not tired."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
He goes back to sleep and I know I probrably got the flu or something. Locking the bathroom door, I end up doubling over, and wrap my arms around my stomach. Ugh. Great. I got the flu....
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!