After a hard week at work, there’s nothing quite like an evening at home. The three of us, snuggled on the sofa in front of the television. Jamie perched on my lap, his back warm against my chest. My hand drifted up to his shaved head, stroking the soft bristles.
He suddenly tensed, pushing back against me, his own hands fisting into the denim of my jeans. I slid my hands down to cover his eyes. When it was safe again I lifted them, fingers still entwined, to rest on his head.
“Those Daleks are still damn scary!” He whispered.
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