Lost Too Much

LOST TOO MUCH Chapter 14

Bronte laughed at her mother. "Really, Mom. And you can talk? Sending Sam off like that? You better have a good reason for being here and not back in your hospital room." Her face took on a more concern look, as she worried over her mother.

Hetty walked over to her daughter and hugged her. "Now if you had of told me what was going on, perhaps I would still be in hospital."

"Yeah, right, Mom. As if. We both know you have a bad habit of not resting. You worry too much..."

"I had every right to worry. When Dr Long explained to me about my two agents and..." She hesitated as she looked over at at her senior agent and his son.

"And that there was a Comescu in town, I needed to make sure everyone was alright." She sighed. The state Callen was in only ten minutes ago was a concern, but as she watched him tend to his son's needs, she relaxed a little. "Perhaps I worried too much, my dear Bronte, but I had good reason to. Now that I can see everyone is safe, would you mind taking me home please?"

Bronte smiled at her Mom. She meant well, and worried over each member of her team as if she was their mother. "Let's go home, Max." She signed to her son.

Max smiled up at his mom and nana. "Is Callen and that boy coming too?" He had watched them and wondered about them.

"That's the plan." Bronte signed. It was the plan indeed. But whether Callen would talk to her and accept the offer of them staying at her mother's place was another thing. Bravely she walked over to them and waited till they saw her there before she spoke.

"Are you ready to come back to my Mom's place, Michael?" The boy nodded, but she could see the tension in Callen's body language. He refused to make eye contact. She was prepared for his anger towards her, but it still created her heart to beat madly.

"He's coming home with me." Callen stated.

"But you don't have any furniture, G. Michael needs a bed, amongst other things." She spoke softly, trying to ease the tension between them, and not to upset Michael any further. "You are most welcome to come too, you know. There's plenty of room."

"Can we please, Dad?" Michael pleaded with his father. He liked Bronte, she had been really nice to him. He was intrigue also by her son Max, with his signing.

Callen looked at his son. "Okay." He had returned to using a few words again, a habit from whenever he was hurting. Walls had been re-erected around his heart to prevent Bronte from getting close again.

Bronte gave Michael a warm smile. "Wait till you see how much garden there is for you to run around in."

"It will only be for one night." Callen interjected. "Until I buy some furniture."

Michael looked between his dad and Bronte. He could feel the tension between them. He creased his brow. "Why are you fighting?" He asked. It was a simple question for the boy, as he had seen them happier together earlier. He couldn't understand why his dad seemed mad at her all of a sudden.

"We're not fighting, Michael." Bronte responded kindly.

Callen tried hard to regain his control of his emotions, so it didn't effect his son.

"Your Dad is just hurting, like you are. That's why it's really important to have people who care about you around you at times like this. To be there for you. And that is exactly what we are going to be for both of you." She hoped Callen picked on the message for him in her words to the boy.

Bronte bravely looked at Callen and finally caught his eyes. She saw his grief and anger quickly storm over his eyes. It broke her heart to see him suffer like this. She wanted to hug him, to comfort him. But she could see he wouldn't let her.