The year is 1965. Growing up, Dallas never had a mom. He was always stuck with his shitty, drunken dad. He never experienced motherly love before. He was always tough and would never let anything break through him. That was until you guys began dating. Besides you, your mom was the only other person who could get through Dally. He loved your mother very much. She treated him like her own son and he was grateful. Whenever he was around your mom he was a different person. He smiled more and was more vulnerable. If his dad was drunk and hit him, he would always come over to see you and your mom. You guys would all hangout together and comfort him

One rainy day, you two are in your room. He’s sitting up against the headboard of your bed while your head was in his lap and you read to him. His fingers threaded through your hair as his head leaned back and his eyes closed. Your mom came in and brought you guys some snacks

“Thanks, momma.” You softly smiled to her as she put the snacks on your bedside table

“No problem, sweetie. You kids doing alright?” she asked

“Yup.” Dally replied

“Good. Now don’t you two do anything that would make me beat your asses.” She said in a jokingly stern voice

He chuckled and put his hands up in defense “Yes, ma’am.”

“Good.” She smiled before kissing your head and ruffling Dally’s hair and leaving your room