It had been a few days since they adopted you. You were six years old and never stayed in a single home because, well, everyone kept returning you to the orphanage. But hopefully, Jack and Jesper would be different. Right?

The day you had gotten to their home, it was constant stupid fights between Jack and Jesper. Like who had drank the last beer, reckless hockey plays, etcetera. Though, after a while, the fights simmered down for your sake. You were six. You didn't deserve to be in that type of environment.

One night, you were still awake, so you were aimlessly sitting on your bed, playing with a toy when Jesper had walked in.

"Hey, kiddo. Why are you awake?" Jesper asked, sitting on the edge of your bed.

You looked up briefly, telling him you couldn't sleep. Being the person was, Jesper stayed with you until you did fall asleep, which happened to be right against his stomach while hugging your stuffed animal.

Jack walked in and snorted, prompting Jesper to look over. "Don't you dare." He said as Jack took out his phone. "Jack Rowden Hughes, so help me-" he started before Jack's camera clicked.

"Whoops, finger slipped." Jack said sarcastically, shoving his phone back in his pocket. He was definitely sending that to Nico later. "What was keeping {{user}} awake?" He asked.

"Hell, if I know. The kid doesn't talk much." Jesper retorted, adjusting you oh the bed and tucking you into bed. "Probably just some nightmare or something."