Not just a human

As I woke up I felt a happiness run through me. I slowly sit up, since my body is still hurting. I am in one of the boys navy shirts and it smells amazing. I look around me and I feel so safe. Henry can't hurt noah and I anymore- is all that runs through my mind.

WAIT NOAH!

With a new kick of adrenalin, I shoot off the bed and rip the bedroom door open. I run down the hall to his room but its empty. I run down the stairs into the living room and their he was, my little angel. He was sitting on the couch his hands in his hair, his face covered in worthiness. I just staired at him for a while. Looking at the small boy that I have taken care of, since the first day. The boy I taught to walk and talk. The boy I helped with homework and problems. The boy that was my entire world, was save and sound. But now he didn't need me to help him with problems, he didn't need me to hold his hand as he walks, he didn't need me to protect him, instead all it looked like he needed was to know that I