Kris, Tao ((Taoris)). 583 words.

Kris pulls another tissue from the box, sniffling. He’s lying on his side on the bed, book in hand and tissues in the other. Perfect for a whole afternoon of doing nothing. A whole pile of tear and mucus-soaked tissues heap in the bin and overflows to take up most of the general area just around his side of the bed, evidence of him lying motionlessly there for nearly three hours now.

He holds his breath as he turns the page (it’s the ) and tears start pouring from his eyes again as the words rip apart his already shredded feels.

No no no, he’s not crying, it’s just dust. And he’s sick.

Kris chokes back a sob and delicately dabs the tears away from his face. But it’s no use. They keep streaming down the side of his face and he curses himself for not cleaning the room this week. Damn dust. Damn illness.

He manages to get through the next few pages with a little more than half of the tissue box and the growing urge to burn the overly-emotional book.

He’s nearing the end and has quite nearly calmed himself down when two small hands materialise out of nowhere behind him and plant themselves firmly on his .

Kris’s eyes widen and he shrieks. The book drops into the mountain of used tissues, causing a whole mini-avalanche. He thinks he feels the hands squeeze his tushy a little, but that could just be his overactive imagination.

Someone giggles behind him and Kris feels the covers being lifted as a small body burrows underneath them, climbing up and over his waist, up his body using his shirt as a makeshift sideways ladder, and then, finally, a dark head pops up from the blankets, tittering all the while.

“Hey, buddy, I’m sick.” Kris protests in a nasally undertone as Tao continues his high-pitched giggles. He has no choice but to lie there, half on his back, as Tao climbs over his chest to fling his short arms around Kris’s neck.

Tao chortles into Kris’s neck and Kris sighs.  One hand throws the last of the tissues down into the bin and the other comes up to place itself on Tao’s small back. Tao gurgles into the nook of Kris’s neck and nuzzles into it comfortably.

“What are you so happy about, hm?” Kris half-whispers to his son. “Why aren’t you napping with everyone  else?” He unconsciously Tao’s back as he speaks, just like when he was a baby and refused to sleep.

Tao lifts his head and looks around cautiously, like he’s afraid someone else will overhear their conversation. Then he turns back to Kris and grins widely, heedless of his front two missing teeth.

“I wanted to sleep with ‘chu.” Tao slurs, now that he’s getting comfortable and warm on Kris’s chest. “Goodnight.” He yawns and faster than Kris can tell him that it’s not night yet, Tao’s soundly asleep, listening to the steady beating of Kris’s heart while the rise and fall of his chest rocks him to sleep gently.

After a moment of observing Tao’s peaceful face, Kris pulls the blankets over them both and rests his swollen eyes, smiling a little, deciding that a little nap would be the best. He hasn’t slept like this with any of the kids for a very long time. He sighs, one full of contentment, and soon joins Tao in dreamland, book lying forgotten at the bottom of the trashcan.

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vomits rainbows wow when was the last time I wrote Taoris on here I really missed them heuheuheuhe I apologise for the shortness of this (˘̩̩̩ε˘̩̩̩ƪ)

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