Jay didn't understand. He thought everything was okay, and he thought that when he woke up in the morning, he'd be greeted by those pretty green eyes. All he saw was the ring he'd given Dakota on Christmas. The boy had taken everything else but the ring, and he wasn't sure his heart could hurt so much. At first, he was in shock. He kept thinking he would come back. That maybe he just took all his clothes so he could go wash them. But then he realized everything else was gone, too. His toothbrush, the box of tea (he and Jay drank different brands of tea because Kota liked his stronger), his hairbrush- everything. It was all gone, down to the smallest detail. He had given the boy everything and when he left, he took it all with him, including half of his heart. Thankfully, Zayn had the other half. Still, it hurt. His doctor told him to stay away from stress because it wasn't good for the baby, but just thinking about the baby made him a mess. He had no clue what he was doing and he just couldn't breathe, too scared to think straight. He missed him already. He missed his touch, his warmth, his scent. Jay used to wear Dakota's shirts but he couldn't anymore because they were all gone, and he couldn't fit into any of his other shirt without them feeling uncomfortable because of the small but growing baby bump. When he heard the door of his cabin open, he stupidly thought it was Dakota, but when he saw Zayn, his bottom lip started wobbling and he couldn't help the strangled sob that escaped. He clung to the boy like his life depended on it, like he would leave, too.