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Thomas Julian Kemp (asterismos) wrote in nevermore_past,

Thomas gazed down at his sleepy son, his expressing adoring. God, Jamie was so cute. "Come on, Munchkin," he said, standing and scooping Jamie up into his arms. "Back to your Munchkin cave."

He carried Jamie to his little closet-room and deposited Jamie in the bed, tucking him in. "Sleep well, okay sweetheart?" he said, hiding how nervous he was that Jamie was going to be unable to sleep because he was hungry.

Once Jamie was tucked in, Thomas headed back to his own bed and he let himself sink into it, exhausted and ravenous. He rubbed his stomach absently with his left hand while he curled his right into his pillow. He was pretty sure he would be unable to sleep, but it was more because of his worry for Jamie. If Jamie made any sounds in the middle of the night, Thomas was going to hear it.