Second chance to love again

chapter 3

November 11, 1981, 09:33.

"Andy, Andy, Andy..."

He took a deep breath before taking a sip of his coffee. He blinked slowly, his eyes fixed on the newspaper hanging in front of him, the reading showing that he had been arrested and that they were still looking. I could be there, he tells himself, if Albert hadn't jumped in my favor. Drinking another cup of coffee, raising an eyebrow: this will bother me for the rest of my life...

"... Andy, Andy, Andy..."

...and possibly I'll have to be your pet dog. He feels a tug at the hem of his pants, but ignores it again. He wonders what kind of things Dominic will ask him to do and for how long, with the huge favor he's done him. Only silence is heard around him, although he can still feel the child close by, so he smiles softly. Peace didn't last long when he heard his hearth light, and then the voice of the King of Rome; Roll your eyes.

"Andrew!" They are there?

"Andw!"

When he gets up, he takes the child in his arms, who has spent the last two days repeating and repeating his name, or trying to pronounce it. Please, if this brat was seventeen or eighteen, Andrew would challenge him to a duel for daring to call him "Andy." The boy laughs in his arms as the two leave the kitchen and head to the guest room, where Albert automatically walks out the door at the sight of them, with a smile and eyes shining with happiness, and Andrew looks at the two beings. When Albert was seated, the bell rang again, and Millicent and Madame Podmore passed through the door.

He glares at both women, and before he can speak, Madam Podmore smiles calmly.

"I just came to see how well Henry was doing." The boy looks at the man with a smile, though he clings even closer to Andrew, who raises an eyebrow.

"The boy is perfectly fine, thank you very much. I know how to take care of living things." Millicent shook her head, looking at the boy wistfully, and Andrew could understand her. It had only been ten days since the death of her best friend and the other i***t, and everything was still hard. The Assistant sat next to Albert and the mansion's owner kindly ordered drinks for everyone from an employee. Madame Podmore shakes her head, but walks over to him and Henry, placing the stethoscope for a diagnosis on the boy. Henry laughs delightedly at nothing in particular, and his guardian narrows his eyes.

"Are any scratches inflamed?" Andrew shakes his head, and Madame Podmore smiles. Who crawls towards the central table between the seats and leans over it to get up, reaching one hand towards the small box with various sweets that was in the center, which is not enough. All the adults (except Andrew, who knows the possible ending) smile at this, but Madame Podmore looks at Andrew with concern.

"Didn't he ask... for your parents?"

"Just ask for Lolla," Andrew shakes his head, his gaze fixed on the boy, who still hasn't reached the object. The wound was open and bleeding, but now he has something more important to do than lick himself. "And he doesn't cry for her, he just calls for her and stops when I show up; he only asks for her at night, when he can't sleep.

The others in the room nod in understanding, also looking at the little boy and their determination. Albert smiles as Millicent and Podmore mimic his smile, though the doctor easily changes it to a funny one.

"In no time he's going to recognize you as his mother, don't you think?"

"Not in your wildest dreams." Podmore laughs at the death glare she gets from the older one and Albert smiles too.

"Come on, Andrew! What do you expect the little one to call you for a lifetime? Mr. Donovan?"

"Do not disturb me...

"Andy!"

Little Henry turned around when he heard the old man say the name of the man he loved so much and managed to draw the sweets around him, leaving the empty box in its place. He was smiling a lot, showing his two growing teeth, stretching his arms towards the man who simply wanted to disappear at the sight of the funny and tender looks he received from his guests.

"What?" he asked irritably, setting the tea aside to assuage his annoyance, frowning as the boy grabs his hair and starts playing with it.

"Nothing nothing. We're happy to see the boy likes you." Albert smiles even wider, and Millicent and Podmore nod in agreement.

"Of course we are." Millicent smiles. "My dear Andy" You must start signing all your "Andy Donovan" stuff.

Before Andrew can kick them out of his house, Henry laughs and grabs the man's face with both of his little hands, one on each cheek, and looks him in the eye, smiling.

"andy"

Andrew resigns himself to his painful life.