“I’ve got you, babe. I’ve got you,” Carson soothed, and Zach couldn’t figure out how this situation had gotten so spun around, but he didn’t even care as one of Carson’s hands combed through his hair and the other wrapped protectively around his back. After a few moments, Zach came back to himself.
“You okay, sweetheart? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“I’m good, babe. Don’t worry ‘bout me.” Carson’s lips pressed against the top of his head, and Zach released a contented sigh.
“I needed that.”
“Bad day?”
“Mmm,” Zach intoned, noncommittally. “Honestly not sure yet. I’ll find out next week.” He lifted his head and gave Carson a soft kiss. “Ready for dinner?”
Carson laughed and deepened the kiss.
“Anything you want, daddy.”