The house was warm but yet cold in the middle of winter. All Brendon could think of was the sun touching his skin warming him up with the green grass that needed mowed. Dallon, on the other hand, had a different idea. "Brendon I have a idea!" He exclaims running out of his office. Brendon's eyebrows scrunched as his glasses slid off his noes. "Would it be weird to create a book. But not a normal book with a stereotypical story line. But to make one of our nonexistent child. We could create this fantasy of what they would look like, how they could live." Brendon smiled, but there was some sadness.

They adopted a little girl when they were young. They loved her so much but when she turned thirteen she has developed cancer over a couple of years with out the three knowing. Her lungs filled up with water, in her sleep but she woke up screaming and dying in the ambulance because they weren't quick enough.
Brendon missed her too, just like Dallon but those two were so attached it hurt him worse than the two of them. Brendon placed a kiss on his forehead and responded with, "You can do what ever you like. Just remember I love you."

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