Lena was frantically walking up and down the hospital corridors looking for her daughter when she heard the little girl’s voice in a quiet, but stubborn no. She sped off towards the sound to find her daughter with her hands on her hips, explaining how rude it is to force someone to go to bed when they don’t want to sleep. “Oh, Sara.” Lena sighed, walking over and scooping up the sassy four year old. “I’m so sorry about her. I turned around and she ran off.” Then she turned her attention to her daughter. “Please apologize.” She told the girl who just shook her head and crossed her arms.
It wasn’t a burden, and Louis hadn’t been looking for an apology from either the little girl or her mother. But he smiled politely all the same. After all, if Sara’s mother was telling her one thing, he shouldn’t be the one to brush it off. Still, his hand lifted to scratch idly at the back of his head as he waited for the little girl to speak up, mildly uncomfortable with the situation. “I was really just gonna bring her back to the children’s ward,” he offered. “I mean, she’s not exactly big enough to resist.” His lips curled in a joking smile as his shoulders lifted.
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