(Michael's POV)

    A small giggle in the silence of the house gave me Jeremy's exact location. The closet.

    "I know where you are baby boy!" I called more giggles were heard as Jeremy burst out of the closet covered in clothes a sock hanging off his head. I laughed and grabbed him swooping him up in my arms and kissing all over his face as he squirmed and giggled trying to get away.

    "Noooo! I don't wants ta take a baf!" Jeremy whined. He was five currently.

      "To bad. You don't wanna be a bad boy do you?" I replied.

    "Nu! I's a good boy!" He argued tears forming in his eyes as I set him on the sink.

    "Then you need to take a bath my little prince." I replied. He pouted.

    "Fines." He agreed looking away.

     "Good boy~" I replied. I started the bath and took Jeremy's clothes off him before rolling up my sleeves and setting him in the bath.

    I gave him his little toy dolphin and let him play with it. It was weird for my almost 20 year old boyfriend to be playing with toys but it makes him happy.

     He splashed and giggled the whole time he was in the bath. I finshed washing him off before draining the bath and drying him off. I dressed him and brought him into the bedroom.

    "Daddy can you tell me a swory?" Jeremy asked. I smiled softly.

    "Sure hun."

      Jeremy made me read him half of this Jewish fairytale book he had in his room with 100 stories in it before he was willing to lay down and sleep. My voice was DEAD. I've never had to talk for that long. But still seeing Jeremy happily snoring or hearing him giggle at one of the story's made it worth it.

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    I woke up the next morning and went downstairs starting to cook some bacon, beef sausage, eggs and I fry my toast cuss it tastes better so I was cooking that too. I sat there and switched between witch one I was stirring and adding spic too.

     I felt arms wrapped around my waist followed by sloppy kisses on my neck. I smiled knowing it was Jeremy by the smell of the lotion I put on him after his bath yesterday. I smiled and started to hum.

     "Hey." Jeremy pouted as I chuckled in amusement. "Don't you want my love and affection?" He asked still pouting I didnt have to look at him I could feel it from the amout of pure pout anger coming off of him.

    "Yes I do." I agreed.

     "Then let me kiss your neck!" He whined. I sighed.

     "Fine." I agreed and he went back to kissing my neck gently. Once the food was almost done I asked him to set the table while I finished up the food. We got everything set up right as Mom and Dad got to the bottom of the stairs followed by Connor, Evan and Jared.

    "Since you Jews can't eat pork I also made beef sausage." I told Dad upon seeing his face of disgust at the bacon. He smiled softly after I said that though.

     "Thanks Michael." He replied knowing my Jews comment was purely just me joking.

    We all ate before going into the living room. We watched TV, all enjoying the silence. After a bit Connor spoke up.

     "Hey Jeremy, Michael can I talk to you two?" Connor asked. I nodded and looked at Jeremy who gave me a confused/concerned look. We all walked out of the room Jared and Evan followed.

     "What is it?" I asked slightly scared.

     "Well yesterday we over heard Jeremy talking like a... five year old and we want you to know not to do that shit with us in-" Connor started but Evan cut him off.

    "We wanted to know why. I think its little space Connor thinks it's a sex thing." Evan explained.

    "Its little space!" Jeremy exclaimed immediately.

(Jeremy POV)

     "Knew it!" Even celebrated doing a geeky dance and all. Connors shoulders visibly slumped and he blushed watching Evan. Michael chuckled softly.

     "Well I wanna go back upstairs I'll be there if you need me." Michael announced witch concerned me.

     I still didn't say anything as Michael walked upstairs. Connor and Jared were busy being lovesick over Evan so I just slipped away. I walked into our room to see Michael laying on the bed holding his good arm over his head.

     "Mike?" I asked. He looked over.

"Why didnt you stay downstairs with everyone else?" He asked sitting up.

    "I wanna be with you." I replied as I walked over and cuddled into Michael. He didn't just put his arm around me in return. I looked up at him and he just sighed before cuddling me. I smiled and nuzzled into his chest.

    "You don't know how I could like you too, so I wrote a little song to show you what I see in you. I like your..." I sang softly. Michael smiled he seemed to like the singing, I felt him stroke my hair.

"Wanna dance?" Michael asked. I nodded and we both got up. Michael smirked at me and his shuffle on his phone in the all songs section. The song that came on is one I had never heard.

    "I should've stayed at home~" the speakers sang as Michael started doing a geeky dance wiggling his hips and kicking his feet. I giggled and did somthing similar.

     Me and Michael had no exact way we were dancing just whatever we felt like doing. We were both laughing and smiling and looked like idots.

    "I say I'm happy~ I say I'm happy~ but no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! I still wanna be your favorite boy~!" Michael sang along as he grabbed my hands and we span both giggling.

     As the song ended me and Michael flopped down on the bed next to eachother giggling. But Michael's smile fell a little and turned watery.

    "You okay?" I asked softly. Michael nodded.

    "I-I just... I don't know I feel sudden guilt." He replied with a small, sad chuckle at the end. I smiled softly.

     "Well that's part of your depression Micha." I replied, Michael gets really guilty for no reason, even worse, theres not really a way to make him feel better.

    "I know, it doesn't take it away though." He replied. I sighed.

     "Yeah it's not going to. Wait when did you get me in bed last night?" I asked. Michael being on meds doesn't immediately fix everything.

    He has to be in bed before a certain time or AT a certain time, he has to make sure he eats correctly and or the same amout. No technology before bed- it's a bunch of shit. Basically he can't do anything that will mess with his Hormones or his eternal clock(s?).

    "Well I got you in bed and asleep by nine...." Michael trailed off telling me there was more that he didn't wanna tell me.

     "Go on." I encouraged.

    "I couldn't get to sleep till ten." He replied. I sighed.

    "Why didn't you take your sleeping meds Micha?" I aksed.

    "Cuss what if you woke up with a nightmare? You wouldn't be able to wake me up and them you might've been in little space then you would've felt sad and small and I don't want that-" I cut Michael off by kissing him. He kissed back gently, it's the only way to shut him up sometimes.

    "I love you." I whispered

"I love you too."