Dylan cuddled into her before his dexcom went off, telling him his bloodsugar was low. He groaned and got up dizzily to go get a juicebox or something.

"You need something caffinated?" She asked.

Dylan shook his head groggily, walking to the kitchen with her, bracing himself on the wall.

She poured him some juice, and gave it to him, helping him to a chair.

Dylan shakily sipped on the juice. His mom walked in, "is he okay?" She asked gently.

"His blood sugar got low." She explained.

His mom nodded. "Gotcha. I'm just doing laundry, shout if you need anything,"

"We will." She assured, giving Dylan a straw for his juice.

She nodded before going on to do the laundry. Dylan took the straw and thanked her softly.

She pressed a kiss to his cheek gently.