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âI would of course. Iâll write a sappy letter inside of it for you even.â Jason doesnât see anyone other than his family wanting to read it anyway. He doesnât mind, just wanting a way of keeping these traditions alive in his family when heâs gone. Which is a strange concept. He already died once, but now he doesnât want to leave. âGo ahead. Iâll be right here waiting for you to get back.â Jason says as he unwraps his arm from around Forrest.
âFurther proof that youâre one of the best dads in the world,â Forrest complimented as he slowly rose from the couch and held Jordan close. âBe right back,â he promised before he made way towards his sonâs room. The one year old was carefully placed in the little toddler bed then tucked in with a light blanket. âSleep well bud,â the 20 year old whispered before he left the room and headed back. âNow, where were we? Think it was critiques about reality TV and cook book titles?â












