You were perfect. Absolutely perfect.

So adorable, so innocent, so needy, so helpless...you were exactly what he wanted- no, exactly what he needed.

You were swaddled in a pile of blankets on his couch, sleeping like a baby- you hadn't even realized he'd brought you home yet.

"Precious little baby~" He sing-songs to himself, his shaky, slender fingers combing through your hair. "You're safe here...you'll always be~..." He coos, gently playing with a lock of your hair. He knew he'd have a lot of explaining to do once you woke up, but for now he just savored the sweet, peaceful expression on your sleeping face...