Second chance to love again

chapter 6

January 7, 1982, 3:49 pm.

The blonde laughs at him, though he still frowns at the deafening sound. Henry hadn't stopped crying and screaming in the last hour, in a relentless fit of rage for not letting him play in the puddles caused by the rain that had just passed. And Andrew had to go to work.

"And what are you supposed to do with the boy?" Lucius Macmillian complained again, as he looked at the crying boy and cast a glance at his wife, Nancy, who was patiently carrying her own son who looked at Henry curiously.

"I don't know, try mincing meat for us to use for a stew. What do you think?" Andrew, who has been looking for a book on one of his large shelves at the Manor, stops to take a weary look, but quickly returns to his task." Well, take care of it, Lucius. Damn, I thought you were smarter.

"But I don't know anything about children!"

Nancy laughs at what her husband said and Andrew snorts. Henry was on the rug near the sofas at the time, sitting and looking at Andrew as he cried a lot, not paying much attention to the others present. Andrew pulls away from the bookcase for a few seconds and looks at Henry, taking care that the boy hasn't grabbed anything dangerous or that his whimpering hasn't broken something nearby, but when he sees him, the boy reaches out his arms towards him, and Andrew if he turns, punching himself mentally. He runs over to the boy and lifts him up, leaning him against his hip, and frowns at him. Henry stops screaming, luckily for him, but continues to sob as he rests his head on his shoulder. Andrew unconsciously pats him on the back as he goes back to the bookshelves.

"It will only take a few hours," Andrew says, as Henry slowly calms down. Andrew frowns slightly and wonders who he told, the Macmillians or Henry.

"I think you should find a babysitter."

"Lucius," Nancy stands up, lowering Jonas, who automatically sits down on the same rug as Henry, and approaches her husband with slight disapproval. "We owe it to Andrew: he took care of Jonas when he wasn't

we could.

"Or they wanted to spend some time not suitable for minors."

Nancy chuckles softly, and even though Andrew's back is turned, he thinks he's seen Lucius himself blush and wants to laugh. If Abner were still alive...

"The problem Andrew is that 'a few hours' will turn into 'an afternoon', 'an afternoon' will turn into 'can you take care of him for the school year? I have to be at work and I need to be quiet, and with the child won't be able to." Lucius yells, and Andrew turns to him, one eyebrow raised!

"I still don't know if...

"Andy?"

Andrew, Lucius and Nancy looked at Henry, who was frowning at Andrew; she had recently stopped crying, and although she still had wet tears streaming down her face, the blush from the exertion was fading. Henry then looks at Lucius and extends his arms to him, not saying anything. Andrew raises an eyebrow but still walks over to his friend and hands Henry over; Lucius grimaces a little in fright as he grabs the boy, and when he finally settles him, Henry looks him in the eyes, while one of his hands goes to his long hair and stretches it slightly.

Henry then smiles and looks at Andrew for a second and then looks back at Lucius.

"Luc ... Du ...

"Lucius, Henry, Lucius." Andrew says slowly as he stops paying attention to his guests and goes back to his quest.

Henry frowns a little, trying to imitate the

what Andy said.

"Lu...Lu..." He smiles, pulling his blond hair tightly, making Lucius groan. "Lulu!" Lulu, Lulu, Lulu!

Nancy laughs without trying to hide it, as Andrew decides it's definitely a good day.

Andrew also tells anyone who will listen that he has a saved memory of a child recognizing Lucius Macmillian himself as "Lulu".