Bonded

Chapter Thirty Two and a Half

A/N: Well two weeks isn't so bad I guess haha. This chapter was written a while ago but nearly doubled in length when edited. I know it's a flashback and not of Milos but I want to dive into a couple other characters to help give the rest of the story more meaning!!! I hope you all enjoy!!!!

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Louis kept his head on the hotel pillow, waiting impatiently for the time to change on the digital clock. One more number was all he needed. One more number and then he could get up.

The number changed and Louis hopped out of the bed as fast as he could. He quickly rushed over to the closed bedroom door but then slowed down and turned the handle ever so carefully as to not make a sound. His mother didn't like it when he made noise so he practiced his ability to be silent and was rather good at it now. 

He stuck his head out of the doorway and listened, wanting to find his dad in hopes of getting the man to play with him. The hotel room wasn't very big and it didn't take him long to hear a noise coming from the bathroom. Tip toeing as quietly as he could, he meandered his way over and peeked inside. 

It wasn’t his dad, but his mother. She was sitting on a little stool in front of the mirror, fixing her hair. His heart thumped wildly in his chest and he tried to back away sneakily but she caught his reflection from the corner of the mirror. “I thought Ryan laid you down for a nap?” She questioned crossly. 

“I - I did lay down,” Louis explained, bowing his head as he spoke. “Daddy said if I laid down nicely until two, zero, zero, without falling asleep, I didn't need a nap and could get up.” 

His mother frowned and glared at him harshly. “Alright,” she said in disgust, turning her back to him to focus again on her hair.  

Louis backed away from the doorway, but didn’t actually leave. He wanted to watch as he missed participating in daily activities with his mom. His mother used to sit him on the counter while she did her hair and make-up. He missed the way she would smile and laugh as she used her make-up brushes on him and styled his hair too. 

That was back when she still loved him, but she didn’t anymore.

Louis watched in silence as she took small sections of her hair to wrap around the curler, twisting it and holding it up by her head for a few seconds before releasing it. Each piece fell with a little bounce which made Louis smile. He remembered the way her hair felt against his face when she used to pick up the ends and tickle his nose while asking if it looked curly enough.  

His mother was happy while she did her hair, reminding him of the mom from his memories. 

When she was done she stepped back to admire herself in the mirror. She twisted her upper body back and forth while tilting her head, trying to see herself from all sides. Her face was soft and gentle as she gazed at her own reflection. 

Louis wanted her to look at him like that again.  

She went back to the mirror and started putting her things away. She grabbed the hair curler and abruptly turned towards the door. She caught Louis hiding in the hallway, but for the first time in a long time, the softness in her eyes stayed. 

Louis reacted to her warmth. Desperate for attention, he took a step closer, into the open doorway. “You look really beautiful momma,” he whispered, using the same words he used to always say, back when she let him. 

The softness instantly disappeared as her face hardened. “What did I say about you calling me that?” She sneered. “What are you even doing here, didn’t I already tell you to leave?”