Roxy let out a small sigh, crossing her legs and continuing to chew on her lip. “I-I s’pose. Bu’ I didn’t do it ‘cause I don’t like ya or anythin’… ‘Cause I do. I jus’ lost it completely. I’m really sorry.” She spoke carefully, as she was still suspicious of Lucas’ actions. He seemed too forgiving, too nonchalant. It wasn’t exactly like he was a forgiving person in general. She’d expected him to yell at her, call her all the names under the sun for what she’d done, but there was none of that. Not a bad word came out of his mouth, and she wondered whether it was the baby that had made him mature as a person so quickly. It had been like that with her with the pregnancy, after all. It was probably her mind making her feel uneasy, anyway. It was natural for her to feel a bit on edge, considering the person sitting in front of her was the person she’d essentially tried to murder a couple of weeks beforehand. She felt relieved when Lucas mentioned brews, the sudden change of subject strangely comforting her. She smiled when he finished talking, as it was obvious he wanted her to go. “Alright, I’ll get one for ya,” she said softly, sliding off the bed and folding her arms. “Jus’ a cuppa tea, yeah?” She slowly walked over to the door and opened it, looking out onto the bustling corridor and then back at Lucas in the otherwise empty room. “Thanks, Lucas,” she said, her smile small but genuine. “Ya know, for bein’ so understandin’. It means a lot.” She smiled again once more before leaving the room and heading down the corridor to the cafeteria to fetch Lucas’ drink.
It wasn’t a surprise Roxy was suspicious. Lucas would usually yell for a while and then get over it after a few days. Lucas smiled as Roxy agree to go and get a drink for him. “Yeah just a tea,” he agreed, barely listening to what she said.”Yeah, no problem,” he replied, still with that same smile. Just as Roxy took a few steps in the direction she was going into, he whispered “Sorry, Roxy,” and soon began his mission. He ran to the little cupboard and stuffed all the clothes and items he could find into his rucksack. Lucas then pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket and put it in there to replace them. All it said was “I’m scared. Sorry.”
Having all that sorted out quickly, Lucas ran carefully out of the room, making sure he wouldn’t come in contact with Roxy in anyway. He ran down the steps instead of taking a lift to the ward the baby was in. When he got there he went over to the reception. They probably knew who he was by now. “Hey, hi. I’m Lucas. My kid’s in here. Just wanted to take ‘im up to his Mum now she’s feeling better. Is that okay?” After a yes Lucas walked along the corridor with the nurse so that she could take him to his child. She left him as soon as they got there. “Hey little buddy,” Lcas said to the boy, looking down on him. “You really to come home now?” He whispered the words so no one around could hear and vanished with the boy in his arms.
There’s not any alcohol in it if that’s what you were expecting.
I’m off alcohol for a bit. Dad duties
She didn’t understand. She was just worried for Rufus, which is understandable…
She’s ill, Lucas. You can’t blame her.
And I’m just worried about my kid, but that’s not understandable?
Yeah, I guess so.
Then you get me
Yeah, ‘t’s not so nice being on tha’ receiving end either.
Yeah, whatever. Sure you’d stick up for your mates too
Other than being moody and sarcastic all the time, everything’s good. What about you, sweetie?
It’s a good look on you. Yeah, not bad, just getting over my traumatic event
Yeah well, don’ worry. I’ll tell him.
Cool. Glad that’s over with ‘cause I fucking hate telling people what to do
You know, I kinda want someone to share my lemonade with tonight.