*emmys pov* i hold the hand that is draped around my sholder and it feels like home. so far, pj had been the only man i have ever felt remotley safe and comfortable with. his smell is so natural yet i know he has sprayed some sort of aftershave. we enter the familiar ward and a small boy comes running towards us with a bandage around his head. 'hazza be careful!' i bend down so i am his height. 'are you doing impressions of mr bump?' he smiles and launches me into a hug. the nurse is stood behind him smiling. 'luckily he is fine, just bruising and the swelling will go down in a day or two. also the police are going too give you some time too sort yourself out and think through things before getting your statement as they believe its best.' 'oh okay, well thank you so much ladies for looking after my little monster, does he need any medication or anything?'
'erm, no he should be fine, i would just leave him too sleep.' 'okay!' we walk out of the ward with harry between me and pj holding both out hands.
after strapping harry into his make-shift car seat it was nearly 6am. we drive for a while before hitting morning rush hour traffic. 'so em i was thinking, seen as your flat only has one bed.. do you both want too stay at mine, for as long as you need?' 'no i couldn't possi..'
'come on em, i want too protect you and harry aswell, and this is the only way. plus i do have a two bedroom flat' i realise that the more i try and get out of it, it is only persuading him more. 'fine, but only for a few days, i dont want too overstay my welcome.' pj smiles and wistles a tune, the traffic finally starts too clear up and we are at pj's flat in no time. 'emmy, do you want too get harrys things and open the door and i'll carry harry and put him too bed?'
'yeah thats fine' i say slugging the backpack over my sholder and hauling the carrier bag out of the boot. pj picks harry up and lightly shuts the door. they look so cute together and pj is looking down at harry and he is carrying him bridal style. protecting his head when going through door frames. i follow him and harry into the spare room which is a single bed made with fresh white sheets. pj pulls the covers back and gently places harry down on to the bed. he propes the pillows up and finally rests harrys head on the pillow. he takes off harrys shoes and socks then places the covers over harrys arms. he sighs before whispering good night too harry. i cant help but grin at how perfect these two boys are. pj turns around too see me at the door frame in awe. he sicks his hands in his pockes and shuffles towrds me, shutting the door slyly behind him. 'so you have two choices, my bed or the sofa' i laugh awkwardly at this. 'oh i wont be in the bed.. i'll be on the sofa..' 'i'll go on the sofa, i dont want too kick you out of your own bed!' 'no honestly its fine' 'no i'll go on the sofa.' pj knitts his eyebrows and shrugs. 'okay i'll go get you a blanket and pillow' he finally gives in and i laugh devilishly.
'okay.' i smile, watching him leave into some storage room or something. i sit on my 'bed' for the next couple of days, its soft and comfy. perfect. pj comes out sruggling with two pillows and a blanket, i jump up and steady him putting it down on the bed. 'thank you so much again for today and just everything pj, your just, i just-' 'goodnight' he hugs me and kisses me on the cheek. 'night peej' i wisper and he smiles. 'oh, you dont have any pj's' we both look at eachother at burst out laughing. 'very punny, but true' 'do you want one of my t-shirts?' 'yes please' 'well take your pick and get changed in my bedroom, i'll wait until you come out.' 'thanks, again pj' 'its fine' i hug him again, this one lasting abit too long. I tred into his bedroom, shutting the door at my heel.