The Devil in the Form of Those That Follow: Calamitous

CHAPTER SIX

TW: PTSD

"I can't forget my trauma."

"Gene, my guy, it's okay," Lance said while he bounced Gene on his side. Beatrix was unlocking the room.

"Does he need milk, you think?" She asked as she walked in and sat the baby bag on the table.

"I think he needs sleep? I don't know he looks tired," Lance suggested as he walked over to the bed and placed him in the middle of it, "You sleepy buddy?" Gene began to cry, "Okay, I guess not."

"Hold on," Beatrix walked over and held Gene, "What's wrong, hm?" He stopped crying for a second before continuing, "Need a boob? Blanket? Toy? Tell me my child," He continued to cry. Beatrix sighed. "You know, when I was a baby, my mom said I didn't cry much," He began to calm down, "Oh, you want me to tell you a story?" He cried, "Ah."

"Want me to text Fadia?"

She gave him a glance, "Not yet, how about you text your new friend,"

Lance rolled his eyes, "Still caught up about that aren't you? I told you that I literally just used her to get Nixon out of the museum."

"And that's also shitty,"

"Well, I don't know what you want from me. I tell you the truth, and you turn it into something twisted. Bea, sometimes, you need to accept the truth," He crossed his arms.

She scoffed. "Okay," she bluntly said before pulling out her phone. "Oh, I have to go. I'll be back in an hour or so." She got up and gave Gene to him but didn't look at him.

"Who are you going with again? And where?"

"Why are you being so intrusive?"

"Oh, so now I'm the intrusive one. Says the hypocrite,"

"Okay," She said after she grabbed her purse and a key. She slammed the door behind her.

Lance sat in the bed, Gene on his lap, "I think she just tried to guilt-trip me. Gene, she tried to guilt-trip me."

Gene babbled nonsense.

"I know!" Lance yelled, "So, are you done crying now?"

Gene's mouth opened and some drool fell out. He then stuck his hand in his mouth and giggled.

"God, you're so stupid," Lance chuckled, which made Gene do the screaming laugh that babies do, "And you're loud, just like your mom."

As Lance looked at Gene, his thoughts couldn't help but run rampant with Nixon.

"Gene, I just want you to know something. Even if you aren't my biological kid, you still are my kid. A dad doesn't mean someone who just decided not to use a condom- Wait can I say that.....? Yeah, it's fine. But, a real dad is the person who decides to actually put effort into raising a kid, and I don't see Nixon anywhere here to help," Gene now took his hand out of his mouth and tried to hit Lance with it while laughing.

"Calm down there Rocky," Lance grabbed Gene's small, wet hand and held it, "Jesus this feels wrong, but, do you wanna know how I named you?" Gene almost seemed to understand him, causing him to start kicking his legs like he was excited, "Alright. Well, a fun fact about your daddio is that he got kidnapped once. You'll maybe hear more of that when you get older, but-"
"Hey Lance, Ronnie's missing," Greg had barged into the room, and he sounded sick, "Where's Beatrix?"

"She left to meet someone, and how is Ronnie missing? He's meant to be with Aven," Lance got up off the bed, Gene still in his arms.

"Aven just texted me and said he was getting coffee for her and when he didn't come back in like ten minutes she went to look for him at the coffee shop and he wasn't there," Greg was talking so fast Lance had to take a second to process anything he said.