You awake from your sleep to someones faint cries. 

"Stiles?" You sit up from your spot on your bed and look over at your boyfriend. 

"Did I wake you?" He mumbles. It was dark but you could see him bringing a hand up and wiping stray tears from his cheeks. 

"Stiles, whats wrong?" You ask, reaching over to turn your bedside lamp on. Stiles had his head buried in his pillow, muffled cries escaping his lips. 

"Stiles." You press, putting you hand on his shoulder and giving it a squeeze. 

"I-I miss," He lets out a small hiccup and removes his head from his pillow to look at you. "My Mum."

You thought you were about to start crying as the words escaped his lips. You only saw him like this on such occasions like mothers day or his Mum's birthday and it was a sight you hated seeing.

"Oh Stiles," You sighed, pushing the covers off the two of you and pulling Stiles onto your lap. "Shh, its okay." 

Remembering from previous times, hot chocolate usually calmed him down. You attempt to pull away from Stiles' grip but he quickly wraps his arms around your torso, holding you tighter. 

"Stiles, let go. I'll be back in a minute," 

"Please don't leave me." He sobs. 

"I'm going to get you something to make you feel better. Please, let go." Reluctantly, Stiles loosens his grip from your torso and you pull away from him and get up from the bed. You make your way out of your room, giving your boyfriend one last glance before making your way down into the kitchen.   

*

When you hear quiet sniffling you turn around from your place at the kitchen bench. 

"Stiles? I said I'd be back in a minute." You laugh slightly at the sniffling boy standing in front of you, a blanket wrapped around his body. 

"You were taking too long." He pouts. 

You sigh and shake your head at the boy before turning back to the two cups of hot chocolate you made. You pick them up and make your way over to Stiles, handing one over to him.

"Thank you." He sighs, taking a sip of the warm drink. 

"C'mon, my little burrito." You giggle, starting to walk in the direction of the stair case. 

"How 'bout we sit on the couch?" Stiles offer's. 

"Sure." You smile, walking over and joining him on the couch. 

The two of you sit there in a comfortable silence for a while before Stiles finally speaks, "Thanks for doing this. I feel dumb for crying like I did." 

"Don't feel dumb," You sigh, "If I lost my Mum I'd cry every now and then, too. I couldn't imagine what it'd be like to loose her." 

You wrap your arm around Stiles' shoulders and pull him to you, him burying his face in your neck. 

"I love you, so much." 

"I love you too, my little burrito."