Things were just getting hot with a more than willing Holly when Allison and Barbe drug him away from the brunette. He’d been super pissed off and lashed out about everybody having sex with each other but cock blocking him……even after their bullshit story about making sure he was safe, and not wanting him to be left alone and do something stupid like Felix losing his power.
To top it all off, just because he liked to cook didn’t mean he was going to cook for them as a distraction. He wasn’t that stupid.
He ended up doing it anyway because Felix couldn’t even make a frozen pizza correctly. So then he was pissed off at himself.
Although working out his frustrations on Barbe’s foot proved…..relaxing, and her look when he said she needed to clean her feet more often had been priceless. Absolutely priceless.
He took better care with Allison’s feet as they watched Jason chop his way through the SS Lazarus on their way to New York. By then Barbe had fallen asleep, her feet curled behind his back, her snores interrupting the movie, if anybody else had been awake. Allison slid down to where her knees crossed his legs by the time Tamara died in the movie.
He was asleep before the ship sank.
“Mamo! Mamo! Let’s go….”
She smiled at the little boy dressed up like a bush dancing around, holding the plastic pumpkin. Let his dad think it was camouflage. “Just a moment, słodkisyn, let me sit for a moment.”
Instantly he was by her side, “Do your feet hurt again? Want me to rub them? I made Fasolka po Bretonsku. Dad ate already before he left. Want me to get some for you?
His energy bouced off the walls and all around her. “I’m not hungry. Just let me change out of my scrubs before we go…….”
“Ok, Mamo! I put your hat on the bed too!”
They walked all over the small town, Baba Yaga and her talking bush. Everyone knew the sheriff’s wife and his young son. The older sister had been a hellion before she went to college in California, but the boy was sweet as could be.
He dumped the plastic pumpkin into the passenger seat of his Dad’s patrol vehicle when he stopped by, before filling it up again.
She was limping by the time they got back home, enough so that the boy had calmed down, staring at her with wide blue eyes. “It’s nothing Lukas, just too many shifts at the hospital this month.”
“Ok, Mamo, want me to rub it for you?”
“Sure, after I take a bath.”
Later, when she walked out, dressed in her pajamas, the little blond haired boy was asleep on the couch, candy and wrappers strewn around, with a pile of Snickers set aside. The TV was blaring one of the cheesy horror movies his sister loved so much.
She set the Snickers on the end table, before lifting his feet up to slide beneath him to sit on the couch. Even at eight years old, he was going to be big like his father. She could no longer lift him to carry him to his room.
He stirred, sleepily, “Want me to…..feet, Mamo?”
“Not tonight. Just go back to sleep.”
She could tell him the news tomorrow. No need to ruin Halloween.
He looked out the portal in awe on the alien planets and suns, taking a deep breath.
“Wish you could see this, Mamo,….” before turning at Allison’s touch.
Last Dreams 