The Professor and I

Epilogue

Rayne Washington

Years later.....

I was sitting downstairs making breakfast, until Spencer walked in.

He placed his hands on my waist and rested his chin on my shoulder gently.

I closed my eyes for a bit, and enjoyed the silence for a little.

"The food smells fucking amazing." He said loudly.

I frowned. "I told you stop cursing when, Lucas is around. You already knows he has your temper. And you're not setting such a great example right now. You already know he's gotten himself into some trouble with school, and I believe you're a big part of that."

Lucas has Spencer temper. Spencer anger died down, because Spencer has gotten into the family life. But, I see Lucas has slowly taken Spencer old image. He punched a kid in the face until his nose started to bleed, all because the kid called him some names.

He got expelled and I'm currently looking for a new school for him. But, until then he has been getting homeschooled. By either a few tutors, me or his father. But, since we work a lot unfortunately, homeschooling is only temporarily.

Spencer put his hands up in surrender, and slowly backed away. "You're right. I'm sorry."

"What you need to do is talk to him." He never got a chance to speak to Lucas about his recent behavior, and whenever I do, he doesn't listen to anything I say. This isn't the first time he was out of control with his anger.

"Fine. I'll try to speak to him again, about it. But, sometimes a boy just need a good way to resolve that anger." He chuckled.

"This isn't funny! But, how do you suggest we get his anger under control. I mean after all you should know. It's your temper after all." I rolled my eyes continuing to cook breakfast.

There was a bit of silence. I bet Spencer was trying to think of something.

Then he spoke. " I mean maybe he can get into sports. Like boxing or something? He can throw punches here in there in a ring without resulting in bad consequences. I mean he is really good in combat." Spencer started to chuckle again.

I didn't really like the idea of Lucas boxing to relieve his anger, here and there. But, maybe it's better. I mean it helps most people. I don't want to force him into therapy or anything, because he doesn't even like to talk to his parents about his feelings. So, maybe this is what was best.

Breakfast was done, and I started to set the table up.

"Luca, come downstairs to eat!" I heard footsteps a few seconds later.

I started to fill the cups with orange juice.

Lucas, was dressed in sweatpants and a hoodie.

He looked like a complete image of his father. So far he had his complete old personality. But, he really did take some of my interests. He was fascinated with animals. He could really be generous at times, also. I mean he was a good kid. A little anger shouldn't determine a person. 

"I would have thought you were sleeping in, since it was the weekend. You're fully dressed." I smiled gently, as he sat down.

"I was up writing something." he didn't look at up, just at his food.

"And what was that?" Spencer looked over at our son, with a straight but warm face.

Lucas sighed. "An apology." he kept looking away with guilty eyes.

Spencer looked surprised as well.

"That's good, what made you decide to do that?" My smile grew wider. One thing about it. Whenever he lashes out on someone, he always felt bad. So, sooner or later he would apologize. That's what I loved most about him. He always knows his actions is wrong, and would do anything to fix it.