Mine (Part III) - Nolou/Uglydolls Fanfic

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Heather: "Where's Nolan? Isn't he usually with you?"

"Oh.. right. He wasn't feeling well this morning so he's at home. I'm bringing him and Lachlan some breakfast."

Heather: "Oh.. Yeah, he didn't sound well on the phone yesterday either."

I looked at her from the side of my eye.

"Yeah.."

We waited around for our orders in the cafe like usual.

Heather: "Funny I ran into you. I was gonna ask if you and Nolan were going to the Pride Festival."

"Not sure yet."

Heather: "Oh.. well, I asked Olivia to go with me but she doesn't like crowds. And also some people are still freaked about that leaked group chat. But I heard that the security will be doubled so I don't understand what all the worry is about."

"Yeah.. Nolan isn't sure he wants to go either."

Her order number was called and she approached the counter to get her complicated mocha. She came back and squinted a bit at me.

Heather: "Those are some interesting marks on your neck."

She leaned forward to look. After a moment of being confused, I leaned away and tried to cover it with my shirt.

"Uh.. it's nothing. Just bug bites."

Heather: "Hm.. was it a lovebug by any chance? A cute one named Nolan~?"

I looked away and couldn't help but blush a little. The day before was probably the wildest Nolan had ever been. He reminded me of a cat in heat or something. Not that I didn't like it. But now my body was sore and he'd made all kinds of marks on my neck and shoulders, among other places.

Eventually my order was called too and we went our seperate ways.

I made it back home and was almost immediately greeted by a crying child.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

Lachlan pulled at my pant leg and kept sobbing like the world was ending.

"Look, kid. I can't help you if you don't tell me what the problem is."

I set the cups onto the counter along with the paper bags. He quiet down for a moment to catch his breath before suddenly screaming at the top of his lungs like a maniac.

Lachlan: "Daddy's dying! WAA!"

"What-?!"

Lachlan: "Daddy's DYING..! WaAa!"

He pulled on my pants even harder.

I almost glitched not knowing whether to check on Nolan or to help the sobbing child first.

"Uh- okay. It's okay. Let's go check. I'm sure he's fine. It's okay."

I patted his head and we made our way up the stairs together. At some point, I realized his short legs couldn't keep up, so I had to scoop him up. 

Finally we made it to the bedroom and I shoved the door open unsure of what I'd find.

In the middle of the bed, Nolan sat with a tissue to his chin. We made eye contact and he smiled.

Nolan: "You're back."

His hair was still messy from bedhead but he looked completely fine. For some reason, Lachlan started screeching again with an out of tune Waaaa! sound.

Nolan: "Honey, what's wrong? Why the tears?"

Lachlan ran to him and crawled in the bed to get a hug.