There was a sort of comfort knowing he was always there, arms wrapped around her watching her sleep. A sort of reassurance that he knew what every little body twitch and tone of voice meant by now. It was frustrating at times, but was she thankful that there was someone who knew her better than herself at times? More than anything. If given the chance to choose differently, without a doubt or a fault in her steps; Paige would always run straight into his arms. Always.

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