I made my way down the hall to him, and as soon as I made it to his door, Sebastian hugged my legs tight, burying his face in my stomach like he did when he was sick. Or scared. I sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Everything is okay,” I promised him. “I don’t like when Daddy yells at you.” My eyes shut, and I let out a long breath before replying, “I don’t like it either, baby.” “Kyle never yells at us.” Another squeeze of my heart. “No, he doesn’t.” “He loves you.” At that, I smirked, dropping down to his level and brushing his hair from his face. “I don’t know about that, but I know
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