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He softly gasps and starts crying again.

"Baby," I whisper. He sobs and hugs me more tightly. "Say it again."

I smile. "Owen, I love you." He smiles through his tears. "Now, that helps a lot."

Someone of the other guys cough. I turn to look at them, to see them all with a shocked expression. I giggle. "Ahw, poor babies. Are you being left out? I love you all too, don't worry."

Jordan sighs, "This was not the love confession I had in mind." He sits down on a chair.

I frown and get out of the bed, hearing Owen whimper. "I'll be back in a second," I whisper to him. He nods and keeps watching me.

I cup Jordan's face and make him look at me. "Jordan, I love you." A big smile breaks through his face.

I walk to the next person. Elijah. He watches me with big eyes when I cup his face, too. "Wha-" "Elijah, I love you," I smile. His eyes widen even more.

Next is Aaron. "Aaron, I love you," I whisper. He gasps, but smiles.

Last is Ethan. He was standing there a little overboard when I was saying it to the others, but when he sees me coming, he smiles out of excitement. "Yes, Ethan, I love you." He smiles broader and steals a kiss.

Giggling, I turn back to Owen. He reaches for me and I climb back on the bed. "Are you ready to go home? A week and a half here is enough, don't you think?"

His eyes widen and he takes my hands in his. "A week and a half? How did you not give up?" He sounds almost shocked.

I smile and trace his lips, which part. "I will never give up on you."

He swallows and look around, then looks down at his blanket. I see tears roll down his cheek again. He's in a cry mood today. Understandable.

"Are we going home?" I ask and he nods, taking my hand. I get out of the bed and he turns to do the same. "The doctor said you might be dizzy, because you lost a lot of blood."

He nods. "I can do this." I don't believe that, so I keep holding his hand while he slowly stands up. "Yeah, there you go," I smile when he stands. He gives me a small smile.

"C'mon, let's change."

After he changed into normal clothes and we handled the papers, we walk to the car. I support him, he hasn't much balance.

He brushes me off, but I smile and keep his hand in mine. And yes, he almost trips about a loose tile, but I catch him. "Thanks," he whispers, but seems ashamed.

But when I hear noise behind me, I see Elijah tripping over it too. I point to him, showing it to Owen. He smiles and chuckles, looking back forward. I look back to see Elijah standing up and winking at me.

Oh. He fake tripped so Owen wouldn't feel bad? That's actually really sweet.

We get in the car. Owen is at the right window, then me, and then Elijah. Jordan is driving and Aaron and Ethan are taking the other car.

I see Owen closing his eyes and resting his head against the window. I hold his hand and Elijah's too.

But when I see Owen is falling asleep, I quickly pull off my sweater and press it between his head and the window. If Jordan keeps driving on the horrible ways, his head would be very painful when he wakes up without that sweater.

I rest my head on Elijah's shoulder and he kisses the top of my head. "You're cute," I tell him. He chuckles and plays with my fingers. "I'm not cute, but thank you."

We park and everyone gets put. I softly wake Owen. "Owen, wake up, baby," I whisper and softly pat his cheek. He groans and opens his eyes. But when he sees me, he smiles.

******

In the evening, there's a meeting with the others, below my guys in rank.

We're sitting at the kitchen table. I'm sitting between Jordan and Ethan, across the others. Owen is doing good. He's talking and suggesting ideas. I watch him explain something I don't get.

But after half an hour, he's staring outside the big window, slumped in his seat. He's not saying anything anymore, and his jaw is tensed. I stand up, and the conversation dies.

Everyone watches me as I walk until I'm behind Owen's chair. He doesn't notice me. "I'm tired and going to bed. It was nice meeting you all," I smile. "Owen, join me?"

His head jerks up. I see the men smirk, but my guys smile at me and nod. I take Owen's hand in mine and walk out of the room. As soon as I close the door behind us, his breath fastens, as if he was holding it the whole time. I hug him and he hides his face in my neck.

I rub his hair on the back of his head. "Oh, baby. It's okay, it's me. We're gonna sleep, yes?" He nods in the nape of my neck.

I lead him to his room, and crawl into bed. He joins me, laying in my lap with his head. He doesn't talk, I know he's tired. So I just play with his hair.

After a while, he opens his eyes again. "I'm sorry. My social battery just died. My mind got dark again, but I couldn't do anything."

I kiss his nose. "Does that happen often?" He nods, and I frown. "From now on, we'll have a sign. Every time your mind isn't fun anymore, you do something so I know. Does that sound good?"

He nods. "Which sign?"  I shrug. "You choose, baby."

His eyes close again and he shifts. He's now in the fetal position, with his head in my lap. He's clutching the bottom of my shirt. "This one?"

I watch his hand move. His pink is now curled around his ring finger. "That's a good one! That one isn't very noticeable, and you can just lay it on the table." He nods.

"Are you sleepy, cutie?" I ask. He smiles and nods again. "I'm a little tired. But my mind is already better than just now," he lets me know. I smile and kiss his forehead again. "I'm proud of you. Now you can sleep, I'll stay here."

His breathes calm down and he's asleep in less than five minutes. I take a picture of him, cute as he is. 

He doesn't deserve this. He's always so kind, so pure, so patient. I'd have never guessed he has a depression, although I understand. He'd always clean up other's work, but it's time he thinks for himself right now. 

All the others have important jobs, and he's just a deliverer. I wonder why. He's smart. Yeah, he jokes around, but that's what makes him adorable.

I get an idea and text my Mom.

Me: Need a new coworker? :)

Mom: Yeah?

Me: I have someone who's GREAT for that job!

Mom: It's the cashier's job...

Owen would love that. And Mom will love him, and all the people will like him. He has the perfect personality for that job. I decide to ask him first, but he needs his sleep right now.

Me: I'll ask my fiend!

She doesn't need to know I have five boyfriends. 

Mom: I don't think Dylan is qualified for the job

Me: No, another friend

Me: His name is Owen, but I have to ask him first

Mom: Is he a friend friend or a 'friend'

Me: MOM

Mom: So he's a 'friend'

Me: I'm ignoring you

Mom: I'll ignore your 'friend'

I roll my eyes. Owen shifts in his sleep, closer to me. I smile. 

But then, his eyes snap open and for a moment, I read panic in them. "Owen, I'm here," I say, cupping his face. His eyes find mine and he calms down.

He nods. "Yeah, sorry. I was being stupid," he whispers. I shake my head and tuck his head to my chest. We rock back and forth a little. "You're not stupid, Owen. You're smart. And cute, and adorable and so much more."

A smile crosses his face. "Fuck, I love you." That makes me smile too. "I got an idea, while you were enjoying your nap," I tease. He looks up with a soft expression. "What?"

"So, you're not going to do your old job anymore," I say. He frowns and wants to protest, but I cock an eyebrow. He sighs. "Yeah, you're right."

Thought so.

"And my mom needs a new coworker in her shop," I tell him. He frowns again. "What kind of shop?" 

He doesn't say no... "It's a candy shop," I smile. "She started it after she left Dad, that's why we hear so little from her."

Understanding crosses over his face as he nods. "I'm not going to clean or something, right? When the kids eat too much and puke?"

His voice is begging. Poor baby. "No. It's the cashier's job. You like people, and I'm sure everyone will love you."

He smiles. "I think I can do that. Is your mom nice?" I nod and play with his hair. "You had a horrible job, didn't you?"

His smile drops, but he starts to tell me about it. I gasp and tears fill my eyes. While my other guys worked in a chic office, he had to drive around and clean up bodies and blood. He had to take care no one found out.

"Baby, that's horrible. It'll get better now, I promise," I whisper. He sobs, he's crying too. "Yes, please. I hated it, but I didn't want to be useless."

I hug him tightly. "You're not useless, nor are you worthless, Owen. I know you think that sometimes, but that's not true. You are so much. And you'll love this job."

He smiles again. "Thank you for giving me this chance, Scarlett. I know I fucked up by doing... that. But thanks fro loving me, thanks for caring for me and thanks for this job." He says it in a way that makes your heart melt.

"You deserve all of it, and so much more."

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