My Love (Chapter Three!!!!)
FINALLY. the final chapter is up!! god, iâm tired. firstly, before i forget, pls forgive my ignorance regarding the passport thing. HAHA. i had no idea that a passport wasnât necessary when crossing between states. best believe i was shooketh when i found out. i tried to briefly correct it in this chapter. also, once again the French phrases were translated online, so apologies if there are any errors.
i wanna thank everyone whoâs provided support one way or another. i love you guys <3<3
special thanks to @lumosinlove for the wonderful story & characters. you are very lovely :))
âDUMO,â Finn yelled as the Dumaisâ door slammed open. âGod damn, fuck, Iâm sorry, oh godââ
âCâest bon, Harz,â Dumo, who had jumped in shock, got up off the couch and made his way over to Finn and Leo, meeting them halfway at the entryway of the living room.Â
âI donât understand,â Leo removed his glasses to rub at his eyes blearily, not bothering with contact lenses at six thirty in the morning. âPourquoi est-il parti?â
âJe ne sais pas, mais quelque chose a dĂ» lui arriverâŠ.â
Finn groaned and shoved Leo lightly. âFrench, guys.â
âSorry, mon chĂ©ri,â Leo patted Finnâs unruly mop lightly.
Dumo raised an eyebrow at Leo, who yawned, unaware. âDumo, youâve got any coffee? I canât think straight right now.â
Dumo gestured for the two boys to follow him into the kitchen, where he started heating water in the electric kettle. He busied himself with getting three mugs while Finn and Leo plonked themselves at the dining table.Â
While Leo was still half asleep, despite dozing on the car ride to the Dumaisâ, Finn was filled with nervous energy, subconsciously shaking his knee out of habit until Leo softly slapped his thigh under the table to stop him from rocking the table.
None of them said a word, all lost in their own thoughts until Dumo placed the three steaming mugs of coffee on the table, along with creamer and sugar, before sitting down opposite the pair. He took a sip, while Finn and Leo jostled for the creamer and sugar. When they were sufficiently satisfied with their coffees, Finn spoke up again.
âDumo⊠You didnât speak to Logan at all yesterday?âÂ
âNon, not since before he left the house after training. Dâyou know where he went?â Dumo gave Finn a significant look, the latter flushing and quickly taking a big gulp of his coffee to avoid meeting the formerâs eyes.
After several moments, Finn realised he hadnât answered. He shrugged in what he hoped looked like a nonchalant way, âWe went for lunch, and then he dropped by. He⊠He left before dinner, so I assumed he, err⊠I assumed he came back here right away.â
âAh bon? Celeste and I brought the kids upstairs to bed around ten, and he still hadnât come back by then.â Dumo frowned into his mug, as though his coffee had the answers to all his problems.
Finn and Leo shared a look, Leo raising his brows meaningfully. He jerked his head ever so slightly in Dumoâs direction, and Finn shook his head sadly, looking down at his hands.Â
âAnd heâs not answering his phone?â
Dumo laughed humourlessly. âNever does, that boy. Itâs bad enough on normal days, but I think heâs completely turned his phone off. I canât get through at all, and his last seen wasââ
âYesterday night. Yeah.â Finn buried his face in his hands.
âDid⊠Did you try asking the rest of the team? Maybe theyâve seen him,â Leo suggested, running a hand through his messy blonde hair.
âLater, I guess,â Dumo hummed, looking out of the kitchen window. ââs still a bit early.â
Finn stayed silent, draining the rest of his coffee in one gulp. His knee was shaking again, and Leo didnât have the heart to stop him this time.
They went down to the basement, greeting a sleepy, bewildered Celeste at the stairs as she made her way to the kitchen. Dumo stayed to exchange terse whispers with her while the other two boys headed down.