Bounded Hearts // Mason & Lily
"I don't know, Charlotte... Caleb was running a fever so I picked him up from school." The brunette talked into her phone as she touched her son's forehead. "It's the weirdest thing because the nurse was making a whole big deal on how he had a high temperature and how he complained of stomach pains but five minutes after I picked him up he's acting like everything is okay. I mean a fever is pretty hard to fake I'm just assuming it's one of those twenty-four hour bugs. He caught from a class mate... Alright. Hey, I gotta go. I'll see you next week. Okay. Bye."
"Momma, can you give me a really cool name for a space ranger." A voice chirped, scribbling something in a journal.
"Uhm. How about Buzz?" Lily replied, reaching for a box of spaghetti.
"And should his last name be Lightyear?" The voice replied teasingly.
"I was going to say Kent. But that works too."
"I think I might enter my story into a writing contest." The small boy reached over the cart and pulled in a box of fruit gummies. "Ms. Hartford thinks I have a chance at being published? Whatever that means."
Lily chuckled and kissed the top of her head; in the back of her mind, that love, that enthusiasm for writing reminded her so much of someone she used to know. Writing wasn’t the only thing that haunted Lily. Her son had her soft brunette tendrils and rosy cheeks but his eyes. Those hazel doe eyes, always reflected the man who was her biological father. Who should’ve been with them this very second.
The woman grabbed a loaf of bread and checked off another item from the list, “Can I read this story?”
"Maybe when I finish. Maybe."
"Well you know I would love to hear it." His mother answered picking up some meat. For a small child, he knew a lot. Might not know all his multiples, but when it came to wriitng, he was practically Shakespeare. The way he canvassed emotion with a apes and paper was so familiar. Haunting. "And we’re done! How’s about we go out for some ice cre-"
As she rounded the corner, Lily’s cart collided with another. Her arm shot out as she protectively stabled her son; her most precious cargo.
”Oh, jeez… I-I’m so sorry,” She apologized pulling the cart back. “I swear I am much more coordinated than that.”
The woman tucked her brown hair behind her ear and inhaled a breath, “Again I’m so sorry I jus-” She looked up and felt the earth drop away from her feet.
Too afraid to know the truth, she continued to pull away her cart in haste, “I-I uh… I have to go… Sorry.”
