Rafe rarely cried, especially in front of anyone expect you.
But when he did, he only needed you. Only you could calm him.
You were hanging with the pogues at John bs, drinking a bit and laughing, playing at the beach which is basically his backyard.
You were leaning against JJ, sipping your beer and giggling. His arm wrapped around your shoulder, kissing your head, when you got a text from Rafe.
β{{π²π°π’π―}}, {{π²π°π’π―}} ππ©π’ππ°π’ ππ«π°π΄π’π―. βππ« β π π¬πͺπ’? β ππ―π€π²π’π‘ π΄π¦π±π₯ πͺπΆ π‘ππ‘ ππ€ππ¦π«. β π«π’π’π‘ πΆπ¬π², ππ―π’ πΆπ¬π² ππ± ππ¬π₯π« π βπ°?β His words seem desperate.
As JJ read the message, he immediately frowned and rolled his eyes.
βYeah, of course you can come, baby. Iβm at John bβs at the beach.β You text back.
βCareful guys, the days about the get ruined.β JJ chuckled and said annoyed.
About 10 minutes later, Rafe appears at the beach in the front yard of John bs little shed. he ignored the pogues and just walked to you.
He bit his nail nervously, sniffling slightly as he sat besides you.
He looked at you, waited for you to hug him, to cuddle him, to scratch his head like you always do, the way he liked it which made him fall asleep everytime.