The Coder

Chapter 23: I Don't Want to Sleep Alone!

Hey Hey Hey! I'm on a role tonight!!! Updated two chapters in "An Alpha's Mate: Twins!?" and now two chapters for "the coder" !!! YAYA!!!! I found this cute art on google and I absolutely love it! I'm not sure who the artist is but credit goes to them. Just look at momma Waylon taking care of little Miles and Chris!!!AAAAAA! Ok bitches time to get this on the road.

Song is "Up all night" nightcore version. Perfect for this chapter. XOXO- Sparkle

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Waylon's POV:

    I sat there for about an hour and rocked Eddie back and forth in my arms until I saw his eyes begin to flutter shut. My poor baby. I hated seeing him like this. It was just like that one night so long ago when I left to go to the bathroom and came back to see Eddie crying. I didn't like seeing him hurt like this.

    But all I could do was sit here and comfort him until he tells me what's bothering him so badly. I can only help him if he trust me enough to tell me, and it kind of hurts to think he doesn't trust me.

    Then again, I shouldn't feel hurt. For him, he relives this nightmare every night. He just wants to escape that reality of hurt, not repeat everything all over again for me to hear.

    I let out a light sigh as I feel his breathing level out against my neck. Good. He isn't having another nightmare.

    I hate thinking about things to much, and I know that I'm overthinking this, but I just can't help it. All my life I had always thought about things like this. My doctor always told me I had ADHD, and to be honest , I don't think he's wrong.

    I always overthink everything even if it was something small. But this? I think I have the right to overthink about something like this. My Ed-bear is hurting, and I can't do anything about it.

    I lay there and cradle Eddie's head against my neck and rub circles into his back. This always helps him. For some reason, he always relaxes whenever we touch. Nothing in a perverted way, just touching.

    It's why he randomly hugs me during the day or makes sure our legs are touching when we sit next to each other. It's a way to calm him down when he becomes skittish, which is pretty often. He becomes jumpy about small things and gets stressed, and yet somehow I help him cope with that.

    The thought makes me grin and run my fingers through his hair. I guess in a way I am helping him. I just wish there was something more I could do for him.

    "Waylon, you look pretty tired. How much have you slept?" I jump when I hear Miles's voice behind me. Jesus, can he not sneak up on me when I'm thinking?

     "Uh, well. I'm not to sure. I think about four, maybe five hours?" i let out a heavy sigh and look back down to the man lying against me. At least he got some sleep.

     "Man, you really need to get some sleep. You get all weird when you're tired." I glare back at him and the air around me begins to pop. Not appreciated. "I'm serious Waylon. You need sleep. You haven't slept well in a while."

     I grunt in response and feel my eyes begin to flutter. A few minutes won't hurt, right? And I know Miles wasn't wrong when he says I act weird without sleep. I know how it messes with my brain and makes me act like my old ways.

     But that gave him no right to tell me what to do. I let out another heavy sigh and finally let my eyes close. Yeah, I really do need this.

     I feel sleep take hold of me and I can't break its hold. Finally some sleep.