Little Button

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Ranger pulled his pillow to his chest, waking with a frown.

It was a moment before he realized the vibrating sound.

"Papa..." He said even before he reached for his phone which sat on the small table near the sofa.

"Ranger Terger Taylor. We would never talk if I never called..." Mr Taylor, his father, stated as soon as he picked up the call.

Ranger rested the phone at his cheek, eyes sliding close once again.

For a while no conversation was attempted.

Ranger struggled to stay awake.

"How've you been?" he mumbled.

There was a short laugh at that.

"I've been good. Nothing much has changed..."

Ranger pushed the pillow away and sat up slowly in the sofa.

"Your mother is driving me nuts and your obedient brother makes me long for your rebellion."

Ranger rubbed at his face. "I miss you too."

"Then show me your face."

Ranger said nothing at that.

"When will you come home? No one is hugging me, kissing my hand--"

"I'll give you lots of hugs...lots of kisses when I see you again" Ranger promised.

There was a small grunt. "You've tried that line with me for years buddy. If I have to come to you again, I will make sure you're with me this time when I return."

A small smile touched Rangers lips.

There was a pause.

"Come on, you've tried mourning on your own for eleven years now..."

Ranger straightened sharply at a sudden loud noise.