chapter 37:
it was loud in the café.
the background music, people talking and laughing, plates and forks clicking together, and the bell dinging every 5 minutes announcing a anew order.
"you have to help me finish my pancake" says rose, rubbing her food-baby.
he shakes his head and drinks his americano. "but you do need help in cleaning."
he wipes each of her fingers with a napkin, before wiping her chin gently to get rid of the chocolate.
"thank you." she smiles giddily at him.
"I heard you watching greys anatomy, last night."
he swallows the bitter taste of coffee before nodding, "just 4 episodes."
"can we watch it together?" she asks, excitedly.
"you will love it, sweet girl."
"yeah?" she swallows her milkshake.
"I want to get a medicine degree" says rose, out of the blue.
"I'll need your help, though" she tells him, with a goofy laugh. "and I'll help you, don't worry."
"any specific reason why you want to get one?" he asks.
"can I ask you, why you chose to be a doctor?" she asks instead of answering him.
"dr. house was who I wanted to be when I grow up."
"and are you?" she sits closer to him, letting his cologne enter her senses.
"am I dr. house?" she nods.
he narrows his eyes, thinking. "I think I am."
"yeah? happy for you, then." she kisses his palm.
"your turn. why do you want it, baby?" he asks, again.
"to make myself proud" she starts. "and I told you before that my mum loves doctors, right?"
"you did, sweet girl." he smiles at her, matching hers.
"she'd be proud of me If she knew that I became a doctor, don't you think?"
he nods at her and allows her to go silent for a minute or 2, while they both play with each other's fingers.
"you're forgetting someone who'd also be very proud of you, sweet angel." he brushes her hair back, careful to not get in the way of her butterfly clip.
"you?" she speaks, her tone lovingly.
"that's right."
"I wanted you to say it" she admits, with a fondly chuckle.
"cheeky cheeky girl."
he gets up. "I'll use the restroom. be back very very fast."
she watches him walk to where the restrooms are and laughs when he almost bumps into someone.
"excuse me, are you rose?"
rose looks up and finds a woman and a young boy approaching her.
the woman has curly ginger hair and freckles dotting her nose and cheeks.
she has blue eyes, like her son.
she's clearly very short, for her son is young, yet, almost touching her chest.
her son looks familiar. looks like someone, with his blonde hair, cheeks full, and dimpled smile.
"y-yes, I am." she straightens her posture.
