Hunter missed the feeling of warmth and security the weight of his father's arm around his shoulders always granted him. He had the best father in the world, who was his protector, guardian, and guide. He was his inspiration as well as his pride. Whenever they hugged, and the familiar fragrance of his father's scent surrounded him from all around, Hunter always felt the safest.
His father's arms were his protective shield against the world, and Hunter couldn't wait to feel them around him.
Hunter was desperate to feel the soft, warm touch of his mother's hands over his cheeks, her fingers brushing over his head while she blessed him with all the happiness in the world. He always cherished the moment when she would smile against his forehead, kissing him affectionately. He wanted to rest his head in her lap and sleep. It was his home, his heaven where no harm or unhappiness could touch him.
