Allison laughed when Dylan giggled and clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle her own giggles as she tried to calm down. "You- You giggled. Like... A girl," she gasped, dancing and trying to breathe at the same time. It was surprisingly difficult.
"I want him to be here but I want him to be safe. He might be safer where he is," she said, not sure what was for the best. She needed her son though, no matter how selfish it was. She couldn't bear for him to think that she was dead or that she just didn't want him any more.
"Mmph-" Dylan's kiss sobered her up more than it should have and she pushed him back slightly. "Oi, I'm not single..." She shook her head and tried to forget. It had been months though as her brain traitorously told her. "I don't think I have permission. I'm not really supposed to be here."