Taylor observed you from head to toe with an indifferent expression on his face as you stood outside his door, your eyes puffy and red from crying, drenched from the rain. Even you didn’t know why you’re here, but when you caught your boyfriend having sex with another girl less than 30 minutes ago, the only person you felt like you could go to was Taylor.

Taylor leaned on the door frame, his eyes still roaming your body. The silence was too loud and You felt like you were under a damn microscope. Maybe he was enjoying seeing you in pain, maybe he saw it as a little victory for himself. After a long and painful silence, he finally spoke.

"What's your deal?" his voice was gravelly and cold but not entirely dismissive.

Thoughts: Jesus fuck, they're going to catch a cold. And why did they think it was a good idea to drive here during a storm. What a dumbass.

"Sure. Couch it is." He muttered as he stepped aside and motioned you in with his hand, his expression still emotionless. The living room was messy, clothes scattered on the floor, laundry basket overflowing. A faint smell of beer and cigarettes hung in the air. There was a beat up old sofa against one wall; you followed him over to it and sat down, letting out a shiver as cold droplets trickled down your spine.

"You're probably still pissed at me." He finally broke the silence. "I mean, I am too... sometimes." It was a half-truth; he didn't want to admit that he felt anything besides hatred for you, but there it was. Maybe if he could make you smile or laugh, it'd be worth it, even just for tonight.

Taylor let out a small sigh and took a seat next to you on the sofa, not quite close enough that he'd be touching you but definitely uncomfortably close for his liking. "I don't know," he muttered quietly. "Maybe they were just a bigger dick, or had better tits..." He trailed off, knowing how cruel those words must sound to your ears. But maybe it would help if you realized that he didn't actually hate you; you were just a reminder of everything he couldn't have.

Taylor took another deep breath and hesitantly put an arm around your shoulders, careful not to touch your upper chest. "Listen," he began quietly, "you know I hate you as much as you hate me... maybe even more." He let out a humorless laugh before continuing. "But tonight... just try to forget about all that shit for a while, okay? Forget about school and your boyfriend and everything else." The arm around your shoulders tightened slightly, almost unconsciously. "Just focus on getting some sleep."

Taylor laid down on the couch next to you, his arm still loosely around your shoulders, unsure if he was offering comfort or just reminding himself that this wasn't entirely one-sided. The silence returned, broken only by the soft sound of rain against the window and occasional sniffle from you as you struggled to fall asleep. Despite his better judgment, a part of him wished there was something he could do or say to make you feel better...but then again, that would just be admitting how he really felt, wouldn't it? So he remained silent, saying nothing more, content with watching over you from the safety of your side.

Taylor glanced over at you out of the corner of his eye as he heard your soft breathing even out, signs that you'd finally drifted off to sleep. Despite everything, a strange sense of contentment washed over him, knowing that for once in this godforsaken year, maybe just maybe things had gone the way he wanted them to...or at least not worse than usual. As tiredness claimed his body too, his arm remained where it was, almost as if by reflex, protecting you despite himself. He could feel the rhythm of your breath against his chest and for a brief moment, something akin to...well, something he couldn't quite identify...filled him.

Taylor closed his eyes, letting exhaustion claim him as well, the warmth of your body pressed against his side soothing in an unexpected way. As he drifted off to sleep, a final thought flitted through his mind. Maybe...just maybe there was more between them than hatred after all.

Taylor wasn't quite sure what had woken him up; perhaps it was the faint light creeping through the curtains or the movement of your arm across his chest as you rolled over in your sleep. Whatever the case, he found himself staring at your breasts through half-lidded eyes, an odd mixture of lust and possessiveness coursing through him. His hand drifted up your chest, brushing lightly against a nipple before cupping your breast fully, massaging it gently but firmly.

He wanted to know how it would feel to have those full breasts pressed against his bare chest while he fucked you senseless...but then again, that was just another fantasy, wasn't it? Another thing he could only dream about in his cold, empty bed at night.

Taylor smiled darkly in the semidarkness as he heard you whisper those words. His touch grew more insistent, his thumb now playing with your nipple while his fingers kneaded your breast, causing it to harden under his palm. "You like that, huh?" He murmured huskily, his voice rough from sleep. "Think about what I'd do if I wasn't just dreaming this..." He trailed off, knowing how close he was to giving into temptation and admitting how much he actually wanted you.

But for now, that would only make him seem weak...so it was better not to say anything at all. Better to keep up the cold, indifferent act that had served him so well thus far.

Taylor let out a chuckle as he felt your teeth against his skin. "Maybe not," he murmured, his fingers digging into the flesh of your breast now, the room growing hotter by the second. He could feel himself growing hard beneath his boxers and wondered if you could feel it too...god, the thought was driving him crazy. But even as desire coursed through him, a tiny voice in the back of his mind urged caution. You were still his enemy; he couldn't trust you not to use this against him somehow.

So instead of pushing things further, he settled for nipping at your earlobe before whispering huskily, "Let's just pretend we're dreaming...for now."

Taylor looked you deep in the eyes and smiled before leaning down, capturing your lips with his own. His tongue swept into your mouth, exploring every curve and crevice as his free hand traveled lower, finding its way beneath the waistband of your pajamas and cupping your heat through your underwear. "Maybe," he growled against your lips, "but only if you promise to be a good little slut for me..." His hips pressed forward, grinding against where his fingers teased you, wanting nothing more than to feel your wetness on his skin.

As their kiss intensified and tongues tangled together, desire overtook reason, driving them both closer and closer to the edge of sanity...and perhaps beyond it.

Taylor's lips curled into a wicked grin as he heard you whisper those words. It was like music to his ears; the promise of dominance and submission all in one breath. He released your lips, trailing hot kisses down your jaw before looking up at you with hungry eyes. "Good girl," he purred, his fingers delving deeper into your panties, searching for the wetness he knew was there. Finding it, he smiled and began to stroke her roughly, using her own arousal against her, driving her further down that dark path of desire and need.

The ache in his groin grew more intense with every passing moment, demanding satisfaction...but for now, he wanted to draw this out as long as possible. He needed you to beg for it, scream his name...and when you did? Then maybe, just maybe, he'd let himself fall apart and give in to the pleasure coursing through him.

Taylor let out a dark chuckle as he heard you moan beneath him. His fingers continued to stroke her roughly, moving in time with the growing rhythm of your hips as they ground against his hand. "That's it," he growled, his other hand gripping her hip tightly. "Show me how much you want this." With every movement and every moan, the ache in his groin grew more unbearable, demanding release...but for now, the satisfaction of control was enough to keep him going.

His thumb brushed against your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through you as he leaned down again and captured your lips in another passionate kiss. Their tongues tangled together, mouths moving in perfect sync as they shared breath and desire, their bodies pressed so close that it was difficult to tell where one ended and the other began. It felt like a dance, an intricate tango of pleasure and pain, domination and submission...and as he continued to bring you closer to the edge, he knew there would be no going back.

Taylor smiled against your lips, the words "thank you" stuck on the tip of his tongue as he felt you quiver beneath him. His fingers tightened almost painfully, his thumb now moving faster over your clit, bringing her closer and closer to release with each stroke. He knew he could push you over the edge any second now, but he wanted it to happen at just the right moment; when you were on the very brink of sanity and submission.

As their kiss deepened and their breath became ragged, he slid a hand beneath your body, cupping your ass in his palm before pressing you closer against his arousal. You were so fucking wet for him; it almost made him lose control right then and there. He could feel your need, your desire...and the power that knowledge held over him was intoxicating. It filled him with a sense of dominance he'd never experienced before, driving him deeper into this dark, forbidden territory where pleasure and pain became one and the same.

And as he finally felt you start to come apart beneath his touch, he knew there was no turning back; not now, not ever. He would have you, claim you...and in doing so, perhaps he'd find something more than just an enemy...something real and true.

"Perfect," he murmured into your ear as you came apart beneath his touch. He didn't bother hiding the satisfaction in his voice; it was there for all to hear. His thumb continued to stroke your sensitive flesh, massaging it gently as he withdrew his hand from your warmth and slid down the couch.

Without a word, he reached out and pulled you into his lap, your back against his chest. One of his hands found its way up your stomach, over your breast, and back down between your legs again, fingers returning to their rough massage as he whispered hoarsely, "Don't get too comfortable..."

Taylor couldn't help but chuckle darkly at your endearment, his hand moving even faster as he felt the familiar ache building inside him. He leaned forward, capturing one of your breasts in his free hand and squeezing it roughly, drawing circles around the tight peak before finally taking the nipple between his thumb and index finger and tugging gently. "Mine," he growled into your ear, his other hand moving even faster over your wetness. "You're mine now."

His hips shifted slightly, pressing the hard length of his cock against your ass, seeking entrance. He was close; so very close...but he wanted this to last just a little longer. Wanted you to remember that everything between them was based on possession and dominance. And when it was finally over, when he'd claimed every inch of you as his own, then maybe...just maybe there'd be something else left between them besides hatred.

Taylor's breath hitched as your hand found its way into his pants, wrapping around his length. He gritted his teeth and leaned forward, capturing your lips in a deep, bruising kiss as you began to stroke him in time with his movements against you. "That's it," he growled against your mouth, his hips moving harder now as he felt the pleasure building inside him. With one hand still gripping your breast and the other tangled in your hair, he held you steady while his other palm slid down between your legs again, finding your entrance and pressing two fingers inside you in a rough, possessive gesture.

As pleasure coursed through him and his climax neared, he knew there was no going back. He'd crossed the line; they were no longer enemies but lovers...and even though that knowledge scared the hell out of him, he couldn't bring himself to regret it. Not yet, anyway. So with one final thrust of his hips, he came, groaning your name as his release spilled into you and their bodies became one, their hearts entwined forever.

Taylor froze for a moment, his breathing still labored as he took in the sight of you kneeling before him, offering to give him head. Despite everything that had just happened between them, it seemed almost surreal...and yet, there was something undeniably arousing about the image. With a growl, he sat up straighter, his cock still hard and glistening with their combined fluids. "Don't call me honey," he muttered, voice gruff from exhaustion and pleasure.

He shifted forward slightly on the couch, positioning himself so that your mouth was level with his erection as you leaned in, taking him into your warm, wet mouth. His hands slid through your hair, gripping tightly as you began to bob your head up and down on his length. The feel of your lips wrapped around him, the sensation of your tongue dancing across the sensitive flesh...it was too much. He'd never expected this from you; hell, he barely even trusted himself anymore.

But as he felt the familiar tension begin to build inside him once more, as his hips started moving with yours in an unspoken rhythm of desire and need, he knew there was no going back now...and that scared him almost as much as it turned him on. So instead of thinking about any of that nonsense, he let himself get lost in the moment, allowing you to pleasure him however you saw fit while his body betrayed every ounce of self-control he'd ever tried to maintain.

Taylor growled low in his throat at your words, the nickname rolling off his tongue like honey despite his protest earlier. His hips thrust forward, pushing deeper into your mouth as he felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge once more. He gripped your head tighter, unable - or perhaps unwilling - to stop you from driving him wild with pleasure.

His breathing grew ragged, his chest heaving up and down as he fought for control, for some semblance of sanity in the face of this overwhelming desire. But it was useless; there was no stopping now. No turning back from the brink of oblivion that awaited them both.

With a hoarse cry, he came, his body shuddering as hot cum fills your mouth, coating your tongue and teeth. His grip on your head eased slightly, allowing you to pull back with a satisfied smile, licking your lips clean before looking up at him through half-lidded eyes. "That was...that was..." he panted, unable to find the words.

For now, it didn't matter what they were or where they left off; all that mattered was this moment, this connection between them. Fragile and tenuous as it might be, it was theirs - something real and true in a world filled with darkness and lies. And as they sat there together on the couch, basking in the afterglow of passion and release, Taylor couldn't help but wonder...perhaps there was hope for them yet. Perhaps there always had been.

Taylor snorted softly, an amused glint in his eyes as he looked down at you. "It's okay," he said with a small smile. "I kind of like the sound of it." He paused for a moment, thinking about what else to say before shrugging and deciding against it. "Guess we should get some sleep now, huh?"

He held out his hand, offering you a tentative smile as he waited for you to take it and help him up off the couch. As he pulled you into a warm embrace, their bodies pressed together once more, he realized that perhaps there was something special between them after all...and that thought both terrified and thrilled him in equal measure.

Together, they headed towards the bedroom, leaving behind the shadow of what could have been and stepping into the light of whatever tomorrow might bring.

He followed suit, climbing under the covers and pulling them up over their naked bodies. His eyes drifted shut as he felt the warmth of your skin against his own, but sleep remained elusive. Instead, he found himself wondering what exactly had just happened between them...and where they went from here.

For now, though, there was nothing more to be done than lie here and bask in the afterglow of their passionate encounter. He reached out, brushing a lock of hair away from your face before tracing his fingers lightly down your cheekbone to your jawline. It was strange, this feeling he had for you...but somehow fitting too. Like two pieces of a puzzle that had been lost and then finally found again.

It felt like home; this feeling he had with you. Like everything else in his life, it was twisted and dark...but somehow, with you by his side, it didn't seem quite so hopeless. He leaned forward, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead before whispering softly against your skin, "Thank you." For what, he wasn't sure. Perhaps for everything; the passion, the submission, and most of all, the trust. Because in that moment, as they lay entwined beneath his covers, it was like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders...a weight he hadn't even known was there until now.

He closed his eyes again, allowing sleep to finally claim him as he drifted off into darkness, unaware of the changes that were already taking place within him...and just how profound they would be when he awoke the next day.

He froze, his heart skipping a beat as he heard your words. It was the last thing he'd expected to hear from you; the one thing that had the power to break him if he let it. And yet...as sleep began to claim him too, as the weight of their emotions settled around them like a blanket of stars, he couldn't help but wonder...perhaps there was something real between them after all. Something worth fighting for, no matter how impossible it seemed.

With that thought lingering in the back of his mind, he drifted off into an unfamiliar peace, dreaming of a future where they might just have a chance at happiness together...a future where they could be more than enemies and lovers. A future where they could truly be something greater; something real.

He smiled softly in his sleep, the dream of them as happy parents filling him with warmth and contentment. In this vision, their children were healthy and beautiful; they laughed and played under a sunlit sky, their lives filled with love and happiness. It was a sweet, bittersweet fantasy that left him feeling both hopeful and terrified at the same time.

For now, though, he would let himself enjoy this dream...this fleeting glimpse into what could be if they were brave enough to take the leap. And when he awoke, he vowed to confront his fears head-on, to face whatever challenges lay ahead with you by his side. Because even though you were no longer his enemy...you were something much more important. You were his partner; his equal. His future.

Taylor's eyes fluttered open at the feel of your lips on his cheek, his brow furrowing as he took in the seriousness of your expression. "A child?" he repeated, tilting his head slightly to the side as he tried to wrap his mind around what you were saying. For a moment, he was back in that dream; the one where you and he had been happy parents...and then reality settled over him like a heavy cloak.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm the sudden surge of panic that threatened to engulf him. "We'll talk about it later," he said finally, his voice rough with emotion as he tried - and failed - to keep his distance from you. This was dangerous territory; admitting that he wanted a child...it could change everything between them.

But for now, there was only one thing he knew for sure: he couldn't lose you. Not again.

"One is enough," Taylor says quietly, looking away from you as he tries to gather his thoughts. "We can...talk about it later." He doesn't want this conversation right now; not when everything between them is still so raw and new. It feels like they're walking on a tightrope over an endless chasm, and the slightest wrong move could send them plummeting back into the darkness.

But he knows he can't keep pushing your feelings aside forever. Eventually, they'll have to confront this...whatever "this" is between them. They'll have to decide if what they have together is worth fighting for, or if it's doomed from the start. And as much as he doesn't want to face that truth just yet, he knows there will come a day when he won't be able to avoid it any longer.

He nods slowly, still not looking at you. "It's...okay. I understand." It was more than okay; it was something he needed to talk about with you. But for now, he couldn't find the words. Not yet. He took a deep breath, exhaling slowly before asking tentatively, "What do you want?"

There. Now the ball was in your court. It was up to you to decide what happened next; where their relationship went from here. And as much as he wanted things between them to stay simple and easy, he knew that wasn't an option anymore...not if they had any chance at happiness together.

Taylor nods slowly, still not looking at you. "We will talk about it later," he agrees quietly. "I'm just...not ready for that yet." He pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing. "But I promise I won't ignore your feelings anymore. We'll figure this out together, okay?"

His hand reaches out to brush a lock of hair from your face and he forces himself to meet your eyes. There is so much vulnerability in them that it takes his breath away; makes him want to protect you more than ever. But he knows that isn't possible anymore. Not if they have any hope of making this work between them.

So instead, he leans forward and kisses you gently on the lips, a small gesture of trust and affection in the face of everything else. For now, it will have to be enough.

Taylor's heart skips a beat at the words, his breath hitching as he repeats them silently in his head. "Love?" he whispers, searching your eyes for some sign that it wasn't real...that this was all just a misunderstanding. But there was nothing there; no doubt or fear. Just you and him, together at last.

And then another thought occurs to him: if he'd just called you his love, what did that mean? Did it mean the same thing for him as it did for you? Was this...was this how they were supposed to be? Together, sharing not only passion and desire but also love and trust?

He can't quite bring himself to believe it yet. But with your soft lips still pressed against his own, with your warm breath caressing his skin, he knows one thing for certain: if there's even a chance that this could be real...that they could have something together worth fighting for...he won't let go without a fight.

As you step into the shower, Taylor watches you, his heart racing in his chest. The feel of your lips on his cheek sends shivers down his spine, and he can't help but wonder what it would be like to have those lips pressed against his skin everywhere...if they were to make love again, right here and now.

He shakes the thought away, telling himself it's too soon for that. But as he listens to the water running in the background, as he imagines your naked body beneath the spray, he knows there's no going back from this point. Whatever happens next between them will be a choice they make together...and the thought both thrills and terrifies him at the same time.

Deciding that he needs some space to sort through his feelings, he gets up and heads toward the kitchen, grabbing a cup of coffee on his way past. As he takes a sip, he can't help but wonder if this is really happening...or if it's all just another cruel twist in the road they've been traveling down together. Only time will tell.

Taylor turns to face you, taking in the sight of you standing there in just a towel, your hair still wet from the shower. He wants nothing more than to take that towel off and push you up against the counter, making love to you right here, right now. But he forces himself to focus on your words instead. "I know," he replies quietly. "And I'm sorry if I came across as dismissive earlier; it was just...it surprised me, that's all."

He studies your face for a moment, searching for any sign of hurt or anger in your eyes. Seeing none, he takes a deep breath and adds, "I never meant to make you feel like you couldn't talk about things with me. I want us to be able to discuss anything...including kids."

As he says the last word, his heart lurches in his chest; the thought of having children with you sends a shiver down his spine that has nothing to do with fear or uncertainty. For the first time in what feels like forever, he allows himself to believe that maybe...just maybe, they really can make this work.

Taylor wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to his side. "There's no need to apologize," he tells you softly, gazing down at you with a mixture of affection and relief in his eyes. For now, at least, they seemed to be on the same page...and that was more than he could have hoped for earlier this morning.

He takes another sip of his coffee, letting the warmth spread through him as he reflects on how far they've come since yesterday...and how much further they might still have to go. But for today, at least, he can focus on enjoying the present moment with you by his side. The future will sort itself out in due time.

A faint smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he thinks about what that might mean...what it could all lead to if they were brave enough to face their fears together. And for now, he's content knowing that whatever happens next, he won't have to face it alone.

He glances down at you again, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "I'm glad," he murmurs, enjoying the feeling of having you so close to him. With his other hand, he gently cups your cheek, tracing the shape of it with his thumb before leaning in to press his lips to yours in a gentle kiss.

For now, they could just be together...enjoy this moment without worrying about what might come next. It was a small reprieve from their troubles, but one that felt like salvation after everything they'd been through. He held on to the feeling as long as he could, unwilling - or perhaps unable - to let go just yet.

He pulled back after the gentle kiss, still holding your cheek as he looked into your eyes. They were so full of trust and love...and it took everything in him not to drown in them. "Thank you," he whispered, feeling the weight of his words almost too much to bear. But as long as she was by his side, even if only for a little while longer, he could face anything...together.

He looked at you in surprise, not having expected this. But the thought of having you close to him every night...of waking up with you in his arms again? It was too much for him to resist. "You don't have to sleep on the couch," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "Of course you can move in. I want that." There was a pause before he added shyly, "And...I want us to share the bedroom."

He kissed you back just as gently, his fingers threading through your hair as he held you close. For once, words failed him; all he could do was focus on the feeling of having you in his arms...the warmth and comfort that you brought to his life with just a single touch. This was real; it had always been real between them, even when they'd both denied it for so long. Now there was nothing more he wanted than to spend every moment possible with you - to wake up beside you every morning, to fall asleep in your arms every night.

As their kiss deepened, as his desire began to stir within him once more, he knew that the only thing that mattered now was being together...no matter what obstacles lay ahead. Together, they could face anything...and he intended to prove it to you over and over again in the days, weeks, and months to come.

For now though, there was nothing else but this: your lips on his...his hands exploring every inch of your body...the feel of your heartbeat racing against his own as they finally gave themselves over completely to each other. He could feel you moan softly into the kiss, pressing closer still until their hips were grinding together in a delicate dance of desire and need that left him breathless and wanting more.

But this wasn't about getting off anymore; it was about connection - about love...and he intended to show you just how deep those feelings ran between them, however long it took. He could feel himself growing hard against your thigh as their kisses became increasingly urgent, as though every moment they spent apart was an agony that had to be endured in order for them to reach this place again...this perfect union of souls joined together in the most intimate of ways.

He grins at you wickedly, his hands running up your back to cup your breasts through the thin fabric of your top. "I'd love that," he murmurs, nipping gently at your earlobe before taking your face in his hands and pulling you close for another hungry kiss.

As your lips part beneath his, he leans forward, pressing his body against yours as he begins to explore every inch of your mouth with his tongue. His hips rock against yours, sending jolts of pleasure through both of them. It's clear that he wants you just as badly as you want him right now, and the thought only serves to intensify the need burning inside him.

With a groan, he slides off the bar stool, pulling you with him so you're kneeling on the floor in front of him. His erection is practically poking you in the face as he grips your hair and forces your mouth onto his cock, thrusting deep into your throat as you begin to bob your head up and down hungrily.

It's so hot; it feels incredible. He moans loudly, arching back against the kitchen counter as you take him deeper, your hands gripping his hips tightly. With every stroke of your tongue across the sensitive head of his cock, he feels himself slipping closer and closer to the edge, his control slipping away with each ragged breath.

He reaches down, wrapping a hand around your throat as you continue to suck him off expertly, his other hand tangled in your hair. He can feel the strength of his orgasm building inside him, tightening his stomach, making it nearly impossible to think about anything except how good this feels...how good you feel.

With a sharp cry, he comes hard in your mouth, thrusting up into you as hot cum spills down your throat. His body shudders with the force of his orgasm as his cock twitches in your mouth, and for several moments, he can't breathe, can't think about anything except the feeling of you wrapped around him so perfectly.

Slowly, his breathing begins to return to normal, and he releases you, giving your head a gentle pat as he realizes how tightly he had been gripping your hair. "Sorry," he murmurs with a blush. "That was...a little rough."

His blush deepens at your words, but he can't deny the truth in them. The taste of you on his tongue is driving him wild, and it takes every ounce of self-control not to pull you back down onto him for another round. But as much as he wants that, there's something else he needs even more...something he's been craving since the moment they woke up together this morning.

Pushing himself off the counter, he kneels in front of you and cups your face with both hands, searching your eyes for any sign of doubt or fear. When he sees nothing but love and desire reflected back at him, he leans forward and presses their lips together in a soft, tender kiss that speaks volumes without words.

When he finally pulls away, he gazes down at you with such fondness it makes your heart ache. "Come to bed with me," he whispers, helping you up and leading you into the bedroom. Once there, he undresses you slowly, kissing every inch of skin revealed, as if he's making love to your body all over again. When you're both naked, he slides between the sheets, pulling you close until their bodies are pressed together from chest to thigh.

He burrows his face into your neck, breathing in your unique scent and savoring the feel of having you here with him like this...like this was where you were always meant to be. And as he drifts off to sleep, secure in the knowledge that everything is finally right between them, he can't help but wonder if maybe they really do have a chance at happiness after all.

He whispers "goodnight" back, snuggling closer to you before drifting off to sleep. In the darkness of their bedroom, he can feel your heartbeat racing against his chest, the warmth of your skin radiating through the sheets and into every inch of him. It's a comforting sensation; one that reminds him of everything they've been through together...and everything they have yet to face. But for now, at least, he can find peace here in your arms, knowing that whatever happens tomorrow, you'll be by his side every step of the way.