Chapter 4
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Sherlock had never experienced the taste of motherhood before. The duty to cherish, love, pamper, and protect a child has come not to be ignored. She adores the way Frances initially regarded her. He is a lovely boy in her opinion to raise and care for. She enjoyed the delicious pizza at the pizzeria with Frances.
“Why are you staring at me, mum?”
“Staring at my attractive son—is that offensive?” she remarked, after taking a bite.
He ran towards Sherlock, dropping his glasses to give her an embrace.
“Mom, let's head out.”
“To where?”
“Let go and watch the waterfall outside the corner of the road because the rain just stopped,” he said, running off the exit and not waiting for Sherlock to come to him.
Sherlock, still busy clearing the table, taking up his glasses and the book he dropped on the table into her bags, realized in shock after she raised her face that Frances was out of sight.
She sprang up and started bouncing at her feet, not giving a damn if her bag came off or not—even though she had forgotten her phone was inside. Focusing more on France's whereabouts, she recalled that he had told her he was heading to the street corner to watch the waterfalls.
So she went off hurriedly, not minding the way the waiter close to her looked after calling her attention to pay off her bills. She didn't give a reply leaving him lost at the episode of looking as if she was running away.
So, the waiter looked at her table and saw that her bag was lying on the floor. That gave him relief that she would still come back for it.
As they got closer, she felt something heavy in her heart causing her to fall to the ground.
Who the heck was that? Trying to forcefully raise herself, she realized she couldn't bring herself to her feet, then she heard a masculine voice sharply.
She let out a cry out, “Ahh, that hurt, who is that?” she lamented.
With strength, Sherlock placed her hand on her leg as she tried to move a bit. As he lifted her, she pulled a hand firmly to grasp his palm and clenched his arms in response to the aches. She opened her eyes to see a wild, attractive man with a gorgeous Adam apple. His Adam apple had such a sophisticated, manly appearance.
Gazing upwards, she noticed his eyes which were incredibly brilliant and innocent. His eyes are incredibly adorable since they are so pure and blend in perfectly with his face.
"Nooo.. Noo.. I am not hurt,” she lied, facing her attention to look for her missing son.
“Hello Miss, are you sure?”
She managed to run out ignoring his question.
Sherlock can not wait to see her son.
“Where could Francis be?”
Alright, he stated he was heading to the waterfall, and she was close to the place. When the pain from her legs became too much for her to handle while trying to run, she took off her shoes and sat on the pavement along the streets with her toes exposed.
She eventually noticed a gust of wind that seemed to indicate someone was behind her, a soft hand touched her back.
“Is Frances there?” she asked, trying to get who that was.
"Mum, who else?" With a fashionable waistcoat, he emerged.
"Did you come looking for me?" Frances asked.
“What made you leave me in that manner?”
“I ran because I believed you were coming.”
“Don't be like that again, boy, come here and give me a hug.”
“I was afraid you went missing.”
“I will never leave you, Mum,” he said, approaching Sherlock tightly.
Frances hugged her still she couldn't catch her breath again.
Subconsciously, Sherlock was still running her hands on her toes as she acted out a squeezed face from the pain.
“Mum, what happened to your leg? Did you fall?”
“No, I didn't, I am fine,” she lied.
“No, I can't believe you. Okay, allow me to press it.”
Without hesitating, Frances objectively pressed his palm on her leg as Sherlock shouted.
“And mummy, you said you didn't get hurt.”
“It is just a little fall, I will be fine.”
She doesn't want Frances to feel guilty in the slightest, so she claims to be right by displaying a charming smile.
“I'm going to buy some pain relief on our way back so my legs will get relief. But before we do that, let's return to the Pizzeria to get our bags.”
“Alright, mum,” returning her smile, he exclaimed.
She decided to look for the handsome man she bagged into and made her slip when she got back to the Pizzeria. She assumed he had left when she saw him the previous time. He was carrying some pizzas that he had ordered to be taken home. She still felt the need to see if he was still around.
Frances wondered why his mother was staring at each customer's face as she made her way to the entrance, but Sherlock pretended to stifle his curiosity so that he wouldn't suspect anything further.
Sherlock confirmed that he might have gone so she went to her table, but she was unable to see her bag. It was then that she realized her phone was inside. She raised out a worried face.
“Mum, what happened?” Frances inquired inquisitively.
“I can't find my bag and my phone.”
“Oh, what! It can be stolen.”
“The security here is tight, trust me, son.”
So, she went to ask for the manager and explained her plight.
They brought her bag untouched as she paid off her bills. She knew California is filled with humble people around and she can't wait to start a real family.
Yes, but she now has a family. She meant blood-linked, not adopted.
She still feels she is not alone, she is amazed that Frances is like her son to her.
“Let's go back to our kindergarten before the break is over,” she said, pulling him inside her car.
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