THANK you so much, @TicciTobylover66 for the idea!

Dallas come help me unpack." You called to him. You and Dallas had finally moved in together! You had wanted to live with him for so long. He admired how you always looked passed the things from his past and how rough he was.

"I'm coming, Y/N." He groaned. Still hasn't changed. But you didn't want him to. "I'm gonna go put this together." Dallas held up the pieces of your tall shelf. He walked into your guys' room and started getting to work.

The whole time, you were still digging through the boxes. You found things from your childhood packed way back.

You stuck your hand in one box and pulled out a picture. It was a boy with blonde hair. You didn't remember anyone in your family who had blonde hair, so you were confused at first. Then you saw the resemblance of Dallas. You held in your gasp so Dallas wouldn't hear you.
You then pulled out more. This time, you found at least 10. All of them were so chilling. In a good way.  One picture was of him sitting on top of a table eating a cup cake. He looked so cute. The same blue eyes that look at you now were in that picture staring back at you. The

next one was of him flexing his arms  up and dressed in a Superman costume. You smiled. He still was that tough little boy.

The 3rd one was your favorite. It was him smiling at the camera while holding a stuffed animal. Your heart beamed. You loved his smile.

You gathered the rest and collected them and hid them in your belongings. You knew you couldn't let Dallas know that you had found his baby pictures. He would probably burn them with his lighter if he ever saw them now. You just couldn't let that happen.

That night, when Dallas went to sleep, you took out the pictures and put them in your wallet. They reminded you that even Dallas was a child. He was an innocent kid who didn't know violence. Until he met violence somewhere down the line. You were reminded that Dallas was happy and innocent.