I'll Be Back Soon, Alfred.

Alfred raced down the staires as rapidly as he could. As he jumped the few steps down, he ran up and tackled gently to wrap his small arms around Arthur's neck. The warmth of Arthur's body was bringing good will to his skin, the embrace meant to mean he was always safe when around him.

He let go of him to bring him to meet the floor and closed the door behind him. Alfred reached up his arm and slide up his hand into Arthur's as they both walked to kitchen. He lifted him up and sat him on the counter. 'Could you grab me two mugs please, Alfred?'
He nodded with a silly smile on his face. He stood carefully and opened the cupboard, grabbing two mugs gently which was hard because they made twice the size of his small hands. He held them by the handle and reached out his arms towards Arthur who was putting the milk down in front of him as well as the packet of sugar cubes. He looked at him and started to chuckle quietly. Alfred tilted his head and wondered what was so funny. He grabbed the mugs from Alfred's hands and placed them near the milk and then grabbed the chocolate powder. He then moved in front of Alfred and grabbed him by under his arms, putting him to the floor and bend down. 'Would you like some hot chocolate, Alfred?' He nodded straight away; Arthur patted his head gently with a weak smile. 'Ok then,' he started as he stood back up. 'Go to living room. Your hot chocolate will be ready soon, alright?'
'Ok.' He spoke, turning around and running out of the kitchen; swirling the rest of the way into the living room, jumping on the couch with the remote in his hands. Arthur turned his head and soon that smile disappeared as he finished putting a couple of spoons filled with chocolate powder into the mugs. A sigh was sounded and echoing very silently around the empty kitchen.

After a while, Alfred who was layed down across the sofa, sat up and looked up at Arthur with a wide grin across his face which made Arthur laugh inside of his head as he gave Alfred his mug of hot chocolate. He sat in the high chair, taking small sips out of his cup.
'How is it?' He asked. Alfred turned his head, at Arthur surprise; he had moose all over the top of his lip and the tip of his nose. He placed down his mug on the mini-table and bend down in front of Alfred holding up a handkerchief from his pocket and whipping Alfred's nose and lip. 'I love it, big brother Arthur!' He responded. Arthur caressed his cheek and smiled back at him. 'I'm glad you do, Al.' Was his only replied. He sat next to him and took him in his embrace, snuggling him tightly against his side.

Soon enough, Arthur saw his eyes closing. He begun to rub them every five minutes so he knew he was tired. Arthur looked down at his thigh and his hand on his knee turned into a tighten fist. Once he knew Alfred was fast asleep, he grabbed onto the remote and turned off the television. He layed Alfred down comfortably and covered him with his favourite blanket along with his soft stuffed animal he slept with every night. He smiled down at him and suddenly; tears were welling up his eyes and dropped on Alfred's face as he bend over to kiss his forehead. 'I'll be back soon, Alfred. I promise.'