Brett woke up with a sore back and the familiar ache in his stomach. When was the last time he'd eaten? He couldn't remember. The park bench wasn't the most comfortable place to sleep, but he figured it was safer than in an alleyway downtown or under a bridge.
He sat up, ignoring his protesting muscles, and searched for the boy that had been spending so many nights at his side. He was still asleep on the bench nearest Brett, his chest evenly rising and falling. Brett eased himself up and walked over, leaning over Sam.
"Sam, babe, it's daylight." They had to get up before kids started showing up. Mom's didn't really like the homeless- the untouchables- around their children.
"Ungh," Sam mumbled, half awake. "Just five more minutes. I promise."
A small smile crept at the corner of Brett's lips. He loved Sam, more than anything. Their life wasn't easy, but he knew that they could handle it. They could figure things out and get out of this mess, as long as they stuck together.