Chapter6

#Chapter6

It took a few more minutes for the man to encourage Sly to sit up, and even longer still for him to get him to swing his legs over the side of the bed. Hands helped him slide off and onto the floor, and it ended up being a good job that they were there as pins and needles shot up along his feet, and he was sure that his legs would have buckled if not for the extra support.

Jackson, taking the hint, lifted him up. Almost instinctively, Sly's legs wrapped around his waist and his arms wound around his neck, head dropping on his shoulder as his eyes tried to slide shut once more.

/"Sorry, baby boy,/" Jackson murmured, setting him on the changing mat. /"No more sleepies. It's time to wake up so that we can have lots of fun together. You can take a nap later./"