"So, we're going to have matching Pj's tonight, love." Kaden said awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck as he came down the basement stairs. "Oh did you have two of the same pair?" I asked, and he bit his lip. "Not exactly.. You see, mum hasn't done laundry, so all I have is one pair. You wanna take the shirt of the match?" he blushed and threw me a baggy shirt. It was burgendy with white rimmed at the collar and the edge of the long sleeves. I glanced at him confused, until I seen he had no shirt on, and matching pants to the one in my hand. I laughed