"Baby boy whats wrong?"
I sniffled and wiped my nose "I'm out of cigarettes."
He frowned and hugged me "You probably smoked them all sugar."
I shook my head and cried into his chest "I didn't, I swear! I need them so badly."
He cupped my face with his soft hands and kissed me for three seconds (I counted) then he pulled away and said "You don't need them."
"O-okay" I mumbled and pushed him down so he was laying on his back then crawled next to him.
"You will be alright bub." He smiled and pushed the bandana, that was holding my hair back, up.