I Wani Spend My Life With That Gator.

Chapter 34- I Wani Reconciliate

April 25th, 201M B.C. 2028 (nighttime)

Tension. Undeniable awkward tension hung around in the air, which was really an uncomfortable sensation for the rest of the group. The rest of them, besides Samantha, had no clue who this Triceratops was to Lucy or why they called her 'Fang.' Olivia remembered during the party that she was calling herself that. Why she was calling herself that? She didn't know; she assumed it was a nickname or something when she was younger.

Samantha turned towards the younger women and began to tug on their arms. She glanced up at them and ushered them out. "We better leave them be; this is between them, not us... Lucy, will you be fine on your own? Do you need me to stay?" She got no response from the pterosaur, not even a glance back from her or anything. The only thing she saw was the woman's wings shuddering or her tail twitching momentarily.

Samantha motioned for them to get going while she dealt with this. Olivia wanted to know what was going on with Lucy, but by examining her body language, she could tell it wasn't anything good. Olivia did as told, though; she wheeled herself towards the front of the salon, with her friends following behind her.

Samantha cautiously stepped forward. She placed her hand nervously on Lucy's arm. She felt her arm shake-all the memories she was probably reliving in that one instant, all the nightmares catching up with her as she stood eerily still. Samantha sighed, moved her hand towards her daughter's wings, and tugged. She needed an answer now, even though this wasn't the ideal situation she wanted her daughter to be in. She knew she needed to do this; she needed to get past this obstacle. "Lucy, do you need me to stay with you?"

That seemed to have done it. She was taken out of her dream-like state and glanced down at her smaller pterosaur mother. The woman shook her head, trying to remember what was happening and say something even though she was confronted with her past here and now.

Lucy's hands balled, and she looked down to her side. Samantha could see that her daughter's hand is shaking right now; she's worried something will happen. Even though she wants to stay and support her daughter, Lucy objects to her wish and shakes her head. "Mom, I need to do this on my own. Can you wait outside with Olivia and the others?"

Samantha wanted to object; she wanted to stay and help her daughter through this. She knew what the small triceratops had done and still held some negativity towards her. Her daughter wasn't the same after that night at prom; she was reliant and dependent on her family, and it was depressing to see her daughter go down that path.

The smaller pterosaur opened her beak but was cut off soon later. "But-" Lucy's eyes were shining; the hurt, the loss, the fatigue-all of it was gone for a brief moment that had calmed the mother. Lucy turned around and kneeled down to her mother's level. She looked down at her and smiled. "Mom, please, I need to do this. I'll come out with you later; just wait for me, yeah?"

Samantha could only nod. She wanted to be next to her daughter through this, but she didn't want to defy her daughter's wishes. Her nod stopped after a few seconds. She gazed back up at her pride and joy with a smile before turning around. She then swiftly turned back and added. "We'll be out here waiting for you; if you need anything, just call us."

Lucy held her hands against her pelvis and shook her head up and down slowly. She eventually turned around and gazed at the short dino that had caused her so much pain, so much overthinking, and so much self regret over the years.

Samantha made her way towards the front of the salon. The seats in the waiting room were completely empty due to the place closing real soon. Samantha took a seat next to the others and sighed. She was a mother; she had the right to worry about her daughter; the feeling was equivalent to pinpricks kneeding into her heart. She was afraid something would happen and her baby wouldn't recover from it.