Our Tiny Mate (boyxboyxboy)

(Edited) Part Thirty Three Kyler's pov

Man what a day. I can't take much more. It's breaking my heart. My poor little mate had his first therapy session today with Jack, the doctor/therapist from the neighbouring pack. Poor Dee had a meltdown before we went, in the car, in the good doctors office, and then several more during the hour and a half session. I looked in the rear view mirror and sighed. Our poor baby looked so ill. His face was pale, no colour except for the deep dark rings under his eyes. His hair was dishevelled and faded. He looked so thin and fragile too that it was scary.
I looked over at my twin, his face was set and no emotion showed. He had been acting strange these past few weeks but I let it slid, it's tough on both of us and we are dealing with it in our own ways.
I wiped my eyes of unshed tears, gulped back the lump in my throat and took a deep breath. It was going to be fine. Everything will sort itself out, we just have to be patient. This was a slow process, not an overnight thing. And that was ok. It was all ok.
I looked back as I heard Dee whimper.
'Dont worry, I've got him.' Ty spoke gently. He managed to shuffle between the front seats and into the back where he promptly cuddled our mate into his side, whispering, cooing and reassuring him. His little brown eyes opened and were full of tears. I couldn't look. It broke my heart to see, so instead I settled for listening to my twin reassure him while I watched the road ahead.

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