Blissful anticipation filled the air as the Heeler family prepared for a Saturday trip to the hardware store. With Bingo settling into their household routine, Biscuit and Bluey were excited about the day ahead—building a deck around their beloved Poinciana tree.

Chili called down from the stairs, "Are you both ready to help your dad pick out supplies?"

"Yes, Mum!" Biscuit shouted, his enthusiasm bubbling over. He could hardly wait to start their new project.

"Let's go!" Bandit said, gathering up the tools they would need for the deck-building adventure. As they piled into the car—Biscuit, Bluey, and Bandit—Biscuit couldn't help but chatter about all the things they would create together.

Once they arrived at Hammerbarn, the bustling hardware store welcomed them with colorful displays and the scent of fresh wood. Biscuit's eyes widened in wonder as they stepped inside, filled with excitement.

"Alright, team! Let's get everything we need," Bandit said, leading the way.

As they walked through the aisles, Biscuit's attention was caught by a display of toy tools nestled among the building supplies. "Whoa! Look at all these toys!" he exclaimed.

Bandit smiled but gently reminded him, "We have to focus on getting the supplies for the deck first. We'll check out the toys after, okay?"

"Okay," Biscuit agreed, but the allure of the toys was hard to resist. As the family moved down the aisle, Biscuit got lost in the excitement around him, lagging behind as he gazed at the brightly colored items.

"Biscuit, stay close!" Bandit called out, but as Biscuit continued to explore the toys, he suddenly realized Bandit was no longer within his sight.

Dad?" Biscuit shouted, panic rising in his chest as he turned to look around. The bustling store felt overwhelming, and the towering shelves loomed around him, making him feel small and lost.

He called out again, "Dad?!" but received no answer. Fear took hold as he felt the walls closing in. In a rush of anxiety, Biscuit crawled into a nearby corner, clutching a toy drill tightly to his chest, trying to calm his racing heart. The overwhelming noises of the store faded into a distant buzz as his breathing quickened. Tears began to stream down his face, and he felt completely lost and afraid.

Just then, a Great Dane employee approached, noticing the small pup huddled in the corner. "Hey there, little buddy. Are you okay?" the dog asked gently, kneeling beside Biscuit to appear less intimidating.

Startled, Biscuit looked up at the large dog. Fear spiked within him, and he instinctively backed further into the corner. "I want my dad!" he cried out, his voice trembling.

"It's alright! I promise I won't hurt you!" the Great Dane assured him, his voice low and calming. "Can you tell me your name?"

"Biscuit," he mumbled, feeling overwhelmed but recognizing that the Great Dane meant no harm.

"Okay, Biscuit! Just hang tight; I'll see if I can get someone to help you find your dad." The Great Dane stood up, quickly scanning the store for a manager. He didn't know who Biscuit's dad was, but he hoped to get help swiftly.

Meanwhile, Bandit was moving through the aisles, his heart pounding with anxiety. He had just finished picking up some supplies when he realized Biscuit wasn't following him. "Biscuit?" he called, concern tightening his chest.

With every step, his worry grew. Where was his son? What if something had happened? As he navigated the colorful displays, he caught glimpses of families and children, but Biscuit was nowhere to be found.

Then he heard an announcement over the intercom, and his heart raced as he finally recognized the familiar voice: "Attention, can the father of Biscuit please report to the toy aisle?"

Bandit's heart skipped a beat, and his pulse quickened. "Biscuit!" he exclaimed, rushing toward the toy aisle, anxiety coursing through him. He prayed everything was okay.

When he arrived, his heart dropped at the sight of Biscuit curled up in the corner, tears on his cheeks. Bandit rushed to his son. "Biscuit! There you are!" he exclaimed, a rush of relief flooding through him.

"Dad!" Biscuit cried, finally feeling the safety of his father's arms wash over him. He jumped into Bandit's embrace, his small body trembling.

"I was so worried about you! It's okay, I've got you," Bandit said, holding Biscuit close, kneeling with him as the Great Dane watched nearby with concern.

"I didn't mean to get lost," Biscuit whimpered, his sobs muffled against Bandit's fur. "I just… I was scared."

"You don't have to apologize, buddy," Bandit reassured him. "You're safe now. It's alright to feel scared sometimes. I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere."

The Great Dane, observing the reunion and sensing the tension dissipating, approached with a gentle smile. "I'm glad to see you're alright, Biscuit. I just wanted to make sure you were safe."

"Thank you for looking after him," Bandit said gratefully, glancing at the Great Dane, who now stood a bit taller, more relaxed.

"No problem. Just doing my job," the Great Dane replied, relieved to see the little pup back with his father.

As Bandit held Biscuit tightly, he could feel the weight of anxiety lift, though a small part of him was still rattled by the situation. He looked at Biscuit, who was starting to calm down. "Let's get out of here and go home, okay? I think we've had enough excitement for one day."

Biscuit nodded, his small face now buried into Bandit's shoulder. "Can we still build the deck today?"

"Absolutely," Bandit replied, his heart swelling with affection for his son. "After we grab a few snacks, we're still going to have our building adventure."

As they headed toward the exit, Biscuit's spirits began to rise. He felt secure in his father's embrace, knowing he wouldn't be alone in facing any challenges that came his way.

As Bandit and Biscuit left Hammerbarn, a sense of relief washed over him. He gently placed Biscuit in his car seat and secured the supplies in the back, making sure everything was properly stored for the journey home.

"Are you feeling better now?" Bandit asked as he climbed into the driver's seat, glancing back at Biscuit and noticing the remnants of tears still on his son's cheeks.

Biscuit nodded, wiping his tears away with his paw. "Yeah, Dad. I'm okay now... Can we go home and start building the deck?"

"Absolutely!" Bandit said, starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot. "Your mum is going to be so excited to see the supplies we picked out."

Biscuit's excitement reignited as they drove back home, thinking about the plans for their new deck. "Can I help build it? I want to use the tools!"

"I think you can help out, but there are some tools that are a bit too dangerous for you and Bluey right now," Bandit said, glancing at the road ahead. "But I'll let you pass things to me and hold up the boards while I screw them in."

"Okay!" Biscuit replied, his tail wagging enthusiastically. "I'll be the best helper ever!"

As they pulled into the driveway, Bandit parked the car and the family quickly hopped out. Bluey, waiting by the door, squealed with excitement as she exited. "Did we get everything?" she asked, bouncing on her toes.

"Yep! We have all the supplies we need to build a great deck around the Poinciana tree!" Biscuit announced, puffing out his chest proudly.

"Can I help too?" Bluey asked eagerly, her little tail wagging in anticipation.

"Sure, you can help! We just need to be safe and careful with the tools," Bandit reminded them, giving both kids encouraging smiles.

As they carried the supplies to the backyard, Biscuit and Bluey chattered animatedly about the various things they could do once the deck was finished. "We can have picnics and play games!" Biscuit exclaimed.

"And we can decorate it with flowers!" Bluey added, her imagination running wild.

Once they arrived at the tree, Bandit began unpacking the materials while Biscuit and Bluey excitedly hovered around, trying to help in every way they could. "Can I hold the screws?" Biscuit asked, his eyes bright with eagerness.

"Sure! Just keep them safe and don't drop them, okay?" Bandit replied, handing a small container of screws to Biscuit.

While Bandit measured and cut the wood, he allowed Biscuit to hand him tools and materials as needed, while Bluey held up the pieces of wood when directed.

"Here, Dad! I've got it!" Biscuit proudly declared, lifting a small plank that was slightly too big for him but determined to try.

"Great job, buddy! Just be careful with that edge," Bandit advised, guiding Biscuit as they balanced the plank together.

Though the kids were only three and five, their enthusiasm made them eager to be involved in every step, even if they didn't completely grasp the complexities of construction.

Bandit chuckled at their efforts, realizing their enthusiasm was infectious. "Okay, team! Let's see if we can get this base set up together! I think we're almost ready for the frame," he said, feeling grateful for their energy and excitement.

As the afternoon wore on, the sun dipped lower in the sky, illuminating the backyard with a golden glow. They continued to work, and despite the challenges of their small sizes, the Heeler family created something special together—bonding over laughter, hard work, and love for one another.

Eventually, as they took a break to admire their progress, Bandit looked down at his children, feeling incredibly proud. "You two did an amazing job today. I think we're going to have the best deck ever!"

Biscuit grinned, still holding one of the tools. "Can we come back tomorrow to finish it?"

Bluey chimed in, "Yes! I want to help again!"

"Absolutely! Just remember, we're all working together as a family. That's what makes it fun!" Bandit said, gathering his children in for a warm embrace.

As they packed up for the day, Biscuit looked forward to their continued adventures—discovering more about building, teamwork, and the joys of family life.

The next morning dawned bright and clear, the perfect day for completing their project. Biscuit couldn't contain his excitement as he ate breakfast. "Today's the day we finish the deck, right, Dad?" he asked eagerly.

"That's right, buddy! After breakfast, we'll head outside and wrap up what we started," Bandit replied, enjoying the sight of his children's enthusiasm.

Chili joined them at the table, smiling as she poured herself a cup of coffee. "Are you two ready for another busy day of building?" she asked, noticing the colorful smears of paint from their previous day's labor still lingering on Biscuit and Bluey's hands.

"Yes! We want to help again!" Bluey chirped, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

As they finished their meals, Bandit took a moment to address the earlier incident. "Chili, before we head out, I wanted to talk to you about something that happened at the store yesterday with Biscuit."

Chili looked concerned, immediately sensing the seriousness in Bandit's tone. "What happened?"

"He got a little anxious when he couldn't find me," Bandit began, his voice steady but filled with concern. "He crawled into a corner and didn't realize he was lost until I found him. He had a minor panic attack."

Chili's expression softened as she absorbed the information. "Oh no, poor Biscuit! I didn't know."

"I realized he hasn't talked about it much since it happened," Bandit explained. "I just want to make sure he feels safe and knows he can talk to us about his feelings."

Chili nodded, understanding the importance of addressing Biscuit's emotions. "We'll definitely talk with him. I want him to know it's okay to feel scared sometimes."

After finishing their breakfast, the Heeler family headed outside, armed with all the tools and supplies they needed to finish building the deck around the Poinciana tree. The sun shined brightly overhead, and the fresh morning air filled them with energy.

"Okay, team! Let's get to work!" Bandit called out, excited to see the finished product.

As they started placing the boards and hammering in nails, Biscuit and Bluey worked diligently, eager to contribute. Biscuit held the wood in place while Bandit measured, ensuring everything was aligned perfectly.

"Hold it steady, Biscuit!" Bandit instructed, and Biscuit concentrated hard, determined to do a great job.

"Look, Dad! I'm helping!" he exclaimed with a huge grin.

"You're doing such a great job!" Bandit affirmed, his pride swelling as he kneeled to give Biscuit a gentle pat on the back. Bluey bounced along beside them, her laughter infectious as she pretended to hammer with a toy hammer.

As the morning turned into afternoon, the deck began to take shape, and the kids' energy was palpable. After several hours of hard work, they finally stepped back to admire their creation.

"We did it! It looks amazing!" Biscuit exclaimed, eyes wide with pride as he surveyed their handiwork. The newly built deck wrapped around the sturdy Poinciana tree, creating a beautiful outdoor space.

"It's the best deck ever!" Bluey squealed, jumping up and down in excitement.

Bandit smiled, wiping the sweat from his brow. "You both did incredible work! I'm so proud of you."

Just then, Chili came outside, holding Bingo, who was wrapped in a soft blanket. "What's all the commotion about?" she asked, her eyes lighting up as she saw the finished deck.

"We built a deck, Mum! Look!" Biscuit shouted, pointing enthusiastically.

Chili's heart swelled with pride as she approached. "It's beautiful! You've done such a fantastic job!" She gently set Bingo down on the deck, the soft blanket enveloping her, and watched as the children danced around with joy.

Feeling the urge to address the earlier discussion about Biscuit's panic, Chili knelt down to Biscuit. "Hey, sweetie, I heard from Dad what happened at the store yesterday. I want you to know it's completely okay to feel anxious sometimes."

Biscuit nodded, processing her words. "I was scared, Mum. But I'm okay now."

"I'm glad to hear that," she said warmly, brushing back his fur tenderly. "And remember, you can always talk to us if you're feeling worried, okay?"

"Okay, Mum!" Biscuit replied, a reassuring grin spreading across his face. "I'll talk!"

With the heartfelt moment passed, they all gathered on the deck, enjoying the beautiful day and the sense of accomplishment that surrounded them. Bandit, with his family by his side and the newly built deck ready for future memories, felt truly blessed.

Evening – After Dinner

The vibrant energy of the day began to settle as the sun set over Brisbane, casting a warm glow through the Heeler home. After an enjoyable dinner filled with chatter and laughter, Biscuit and Bluey snuggled into their beds, exhaustion from their day's activities washing over them like a comforting blanket.

Chili and Bandit sat together on the couch, taking a moment to enjoy the quietness that enveloped their home. The soft sounds of their children sleeping brought them a sense of peace, but as the minutes passed, Bandit felt the tension of the day return.

"Bandit, can we talk?" Chili began, looking over at her husband with concern in her eyes.

"Of course, what's on your mind?" Bandit asked, sensing the seriousness in her tone.

"It's about Biscuit," she said softly. "I've been thinking about how he reacted yesterday at Hammerbarn. I know you were there and saw it, but… I'm worried."

Bandit nodded, recalling the way Biscuit had panicked when he couldn't find him in the store. "I'm worried too. The moment he realized he was lost, it was like everything clicked for him. I tried to find him quickly, but when I did, he was huddled in a corner, terrified."

Chili's face fell, her heart aching at the thought of her son in distress. "That's the second time in such a short period. First with Bingo's birth and now this. I just want him to feel safe."

Bandit sighed, feeling the weight of the concern settle on his shoulders. "You're right. Losing sight of me in a busy place must have been overwhelming. I feel terrible that he went through that."

"I think it might be more than just being in a crowded store, though," Chili said, her brow furrowing. "With everything happening—Bingo's birth, the changes going on in our family—I'm worried Biscuit is holding onto emotions that will affect him later."

"Perhaps we should consider reaching out for professional help," Bandit suggested. "A child psychologist could help him work through his feelings and teach him strategies for managing anxiety. We need to encourage him to express himself better."

Chili nodded, appreciating Bandit's perspective. "That sounds like a good idea. I want to ensure he knows it's okay to share his feelings with us. He needs to know he isn't alone."

"Yeah, and let's keep the communication open with him about how he's doing," Bandit said, feeling resolute. "By creating a supportive environment, we'll help him feel safe and understood."

As they shared the heartfelt conversation, the bond between Bandit and Chili strengthened. They knew that the journey of parenthood had its challenges, but with love and determination, they were ready to support Biscuit through it all.

Just then, they heard the soft giggles from the kids' room, bringing a smile to their faces.

Bandit leaned back, grateful for the time they had together as a family. "We'll figure this out together, won't we?" he said quietly.

"Always," Chili replied, squeezing his paw gently.

As night deepened, they settled into a peaceful calm, determined to equip Biscuit with the tools to navigate his feelings, ready to embrace the joys and challenges that lay ahead.

The Next Day – Morning at Home

The late morning sun filtered through the Heeler home as Bandit prepared for a serious conversation. After discussing Biscuit's anxiety with Chili the night before, he knew it was time to take action. He picked up the phone, dialing a child psychologist he had heard good things about.

"Hello, Sunshine Child Psychology Clinic. How can I help you?" a cheerful voice answered.

"Hi, this is Bandit Heeler. I'd like to schedule an appointment for my son, Biscuit. He's been experiencing some anxiety, and we could really use some help," Bandit said, his tone serious but hopeful.

"Of course! We'd be happy to assist. Let's see... we have an opening this afternoon. Would that work for you?"

"Yes, that sounds great. Thank you!" Bandit replied, relief washing over him as he hung up, grateful for the prompt assistance.

Later That Afternoon

As they arrived at the Sunshine Child Psychology Clinic, Biscuit looked around, his eyes widening at the sight before him. The building was playful and colorful, adorned with bright murals of animals and nature scenes. The cheerful atmosphere aimed to make kids feel comfortable right away.

"Look, it's so bright and fun! Maybe it'll be a good place," Biscuit noted, feeling a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

"Exactly. Just remember, it's okay to feel nervous," Chili reassured him, giving him a gentle nudge.

When they entered the waiting area, an Australian Shepherd named Dr. Poppy greeted them. "Hello, Heeler family! I'm Dr. Poppy. It's wonderful to meet you, Biscuit!" she said warmly, her tail wagging gently. The comforting tone in her voice calmed Biscuit a bit.

"Hi," Biscuit replied, shyly stuffing his hands into his pockets.

"Is this your first time here?" she asked, smiling brightly.

"Yeah," Biscuit admitted, glancing at Bandit and Chili, who nodded encouragingly.

"Let's go into my office and chat a bit, shall we?" Dr. Poppy suggested. "But first, I need your dad and mum to step out for just a moment so we can talk. It's a safe space for you."

Biscuit's heart sank at her request. "No! I don't want them to leave!" he protested, panic rising in his chest. The thought of being away from his parents, especially after all that had happened, triggered the anxiety buried within him.

Chili knelt down next to Biscuit, gently rubbing his back. "It's okay, sweetheart. We'll be right outside, and you can talk to Dr. Poppy. You're safe here," she reassured him, trying to soothe his rising fears.

Bandit added, "Remember, Biscuit, we're only a few steps away. You can do this."

Feeling overwhelmed, Biscuit hesitated, glancing at the door as if debating the possibility of running through it. He couldn't shake the feeling of dread, stemming from his experiences as a toddler when he struggled with frequent hospital visits due to the complications from his birth. Being left alone in strange places had left an imprint on his heart, rooting a fear of separation deep within him.

"I… I don't want to be alone," he whispered, his voice trembling.

Dr. Poppy's expression softened as she knelt to Biscuit's level. "Hey, Biscuit. It's completely okay to feel that way. Sometimes we need to talk about our feelings to feel better. And I promise, it's just for a little while. We can talk about whatever's on your mind."

Biscuit took a deep breath, knowing he couldn't avoid it any longer. He nodded slightly, his heart still pounding but wanting to be brave. "Okay," he finally agreed, though uncertainty lingered.

"Good boy! You're so brave! I can't wait to talk to you," Dr. Poppy said with encouragement, giving him a reassuring smile.

As Bandit and Chili stepped out of the room, Biscuit sat silently in the chair, surrounded by colorful posters and soft cushions. Dr. Poppy gave him a moment before gently asking, "So, Biscuit, what would you like to talk about today?"

At first, he couldn't bring himself to respond, the weight of his fears heavy on his heart. But as Dr. Poppy continued to speak softly, patiently waiting for him to open up, he felt a little bit of his tension begin to release.

"I… I was scared when I thought I lost my dad at Hammerbarn," he finally admitted, his voice shaky. "And when Bingo was born... I thought something bad would happen."

Dr. Poppy nodded understandingly, her gaze steady and compassionate. "It's completely normal to feel scared, especially during big changes, like having a baby sister and being in a busy place. Can you tell me more about what scared you during those times?"

Biscuit shifted in his seat, his small hands gripping the edges of the chair. "When Bingo was born, everything happened so fast. There were lots of doctors, and I didn't know what was going on. I just... I felt like I was going to lose my parents," he confessed, his voice trembling as he recollected the chaos of that day.

Dr. Poppy listened carefully, her expression warm and nurturing. "That sounds really overwhelming. It's hard when you don't know what's happening and everything feels out of control. Was there something prior to that moment that caused you to feel anxious?"

Biscuit contemplated, the memories swirling in his mind. "When I was little, I had to stay in the hospital a lot because of my breathing problems. I didn't know what was wrong, but sometimes I had to stay alone while the doctors checked on me," he admitted, his voice faltering. "I didn't like being away from Mum or Dad."

Dr. Poppy nodded gently. "Being away from your parents in places that feel scary can definitely be tough for a kid. That makes sense—those experiences can lead to feelings of anxiety, especially when things feel unpredictable."

Biscuit took a shaky breath, reminding himself that sharing made him feel lighter. "Yeah, and when my dad was gone for a little bit at Hammerbarn, I thought I lost him. I couldn't breathe right. I felt really scared," he said, the anxiety creeping back into his voice as tears welled in his eyes.

Dr. Poppy's expression softened further, her tone encouraging. "It's completely okay to feel that way, Biscuit. You're not alone in your feelings—many kids go through similar experiences. Talking about them is very important."

Wiping his eyes, Biscuit felt a bit of relief from expressing his thoughts. "I don't like feeling scared. I want to be brave like my dad."

"Wanting to be brave is a good start," Dr. Poppy gently encouraged. "It's not about never feeling scared; it's about learning how to cope with those feelings when they arise. Would you like to learn some techniques to help with that?"

Biscuit nodded slowly, intrigued. "Yes, I want to learn!"

Dr. Poppy smiled brightly, encouraging him. "Okay! One helpful technique is called 'deep breathing.' When you start to feel anxious, taking deep breaths can help calm your heart and mind. Want to try it with me?"

Biscuit nodded again, eager to learn. Dr. Poppy took a deep breath in, raising her hands as she inhaled. "Breathe in slowly through your nose… and out through your mouth," she instructed. Biscuit followed her lead, feeling a little calmer with each breath.

They practiced together, focusing on their breathing until Biscuit's heart rate began to slow.

"Good job! How do you feel now?" Dr. Poppy asked, observing the changes in Biscuit's demeanor.

"Better!" Biscuit said, a small smile forming on his lips. "That does help!"

"Fantastic! Another thing we can talk about is finding a special item to help you feel secure when you're not with your parents," she suggested. "Many kids have a small toy or a picture of their family that they hold onto in times of stress. It can help remind you that they're always with you, even when you're apart."

Biscuit thought about it for a moment. "I have a little stuffed dinosaur I sleep with. I could take that with me!"

"Absolutely! That sounds perfect," Dr. Poppy affirmed. "And remember, it's okay to talk about your feelings and know that you can always reach out for help if you need it."

As their time together drew to a close, Biscuit felt hopeful. The anxiety that had clouded his mind had begun to dissipate, replaced by a clearer understanding of his feelings.

"Thank you, Dr. Poppy. I think I can be brave now," he said earnestly as he prepared to leave.

"You're welcome, Biscuit! Remember, being brave doesn't mean you never feel scared; it means you face those fears—even when they feel big. You're already doing a great job by talking about it," she replied, giving him a warm smile.

After their talk, Biscuit left the room, moving back toward Bandit and Chili, feeling a sense of determination mixed with relief. He knew he would always have

He knew he would always have the love and support of his family, along with the tools to help him navigate his feelings. As he rejoined his parents in the waiting area, he saw both of them anxiously awaiting news.

"How did it go, Biscuit?" Bandit asked, kneeling down to Biscuit's level, concern evident in his eyes.

"It was really good, Dad!" Biscuit replied, feeling lighter after his conversation with Dr. Poppy. "We talked about being scared and how it's okay to feel that way. She taught me how to breathe to help when I feel panicked!"

Chili smiled, relief washing over her face. "I'm glad to hear that! You're so brave for talking about your feelings."

"Yeah! And she said I should always have something to help me feel safe. I told her about my stuffed dinosaur! I want to take him with me everywhere," Biscuit said, pride shining through in his voice.

"Sounds like a perfect idea!" Bandit praised. "Having something comforting can really help during tough moments."

As they left the clinic, the sun hung low in the sky, warm rays flooding the parking lot. Biscuit felt a sense of accomplishment, ready to face his challenges head-on.

"Now that we're done here, how about we celebrate with some ice cream?" Bandit suggested, glancing at the little ice cream shop nearby.

"Yay! Ice cream!" Biscuit echoed, his excitement returning.

"Can we get sprinkles?" he asked eagerly.

"Of course! Sprinkles and chocolate syrup!" Chili replied, her heart feeling full at the sight of her son's enthusiasm.

After enjoying their ice cream, they headed back home. The afternoon sun warmed their backyard, and the deck they had built stood proudly, ready to host family gatherings.

Later that evening, after settling Biscuit into his bedtime routine, Bandit sat down with Chili on the couch. "I feel hopeful after talking to Dr. Poppy," he said, his expression thoughtful. "We have to help Biscuit understand his feelings and work through this anxiety."

"Absolutely," Chili agreed. "He seemed to process a lot during that session. He just needs extra support from us."

Bandit brushed his paw along the couch thoughtfully. "Do you think we should keep talking about his experiences in the hospital with him? Given that he has to have check-ups fairly regularly, it might help to discuss those feelings."

"Maybe," Chili replied, considering the idea. "We should encourage him to express himself without pushing too hard. I know the respiratory issues he faced as a toddler were difficult, even if he doesn't fully understand them yet."

"Right," Bandit said, a look of concern crossing his face. "Being in and out of the hospital might have contributed to his anxiety. We definitely want him to feel secure and safe."

Chili nodded, her gaze steady. "We'll work through this together. He just needs to know we're here for him, no matter what. He'll get through this. We just have to keep the lines of communication open."

As the night drew on, both parents felt a sense of hope and unity within their home. They understood that navigating Biscuit's feelings would take time and effort, but with their love, support, and open communication, they were ready to help him every step of the way.


A/N That concludes Chapter 3. Chapter 4 might take some time. All prepared material is gone and the next chapters are only drafts and still need alot of work.