Wildest Dreams - Lashton | COMPLETED

Twelve

  Sunday morning was a sad and eventful morning at the Hemmings's apartement. Liz cooked breakfast and tried to look smiley and happy because they have a guest over but Ashton could see her smile was a little forced due to the sorrow he saw in her blue eyes. 

''You didn't have to do this, Mrs Hemmings.'' 

''I told you to call me Liz, please. Mrs Hemmings makes me look very old.'' 

Ashton nodded, ''Liz,'' he correcting himself.

''Is Luke still sleeping? It's almost ten, I'll go wake him up.''

''No, he needs sleep. He woke up in the middle of the night and... Let's say it took him time to fall back asleep,'' he explained, munching on his toast.

''Oh.'' Liz was confused by the boy's words, not understanding fully what he meant. 

''He told me. About his father.''

''Oh,'' she repeated, her eyes fixed on her steaming cup of coffee. ''His father's death or father in general is a very touchy subject for Luke. He has dificulty to handle it- what am I saying, any death is dificult...'' She pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to find the right words to express herself. ''He was so young when it happened, he didn't know what was happening. For weeks he asked me when he dad was gonna come back-'' She stopped herself mid-sentence, unable to finish. ''He was seven. How do you to tell a seven years old that his father is never gonna come back home and get ice cream with him or put him to sleep. I was in pain too, I had lost my husband. All I wanted was to cry but I had to stay strong for my little boy.''

Ashton was about to say something when he remembered he has work this morning. Shit. He's gonna be late- He looked at the clock and sigh, he has ten minutes left. ''It's not that I'm not comfortable here, Mrs- Liz, but I have to leave for work in ten minutes.''

''Oh, you can go,'' she said, forcing a small smile, pushing away her sadness. ''I wouldn't want to be the cause of your lateness.''

''I have well enough time to get to Starbucks, I'll go pick up my stuff. It was great to meet you, Liz.'' 

She smiled, genunely this time, offering her arms for the tall boy, pulling him in a hug. ''It was lovely to meet you too, Ashton. And thanks for being there for my baby boy. He needs someone to take care of him in times like this even if he say the contrary. We're going to the cemetery this afternoon, it's going to be though...'' 

Ashton bit his lip, nodding absentmindedly before crossing the hallway to Luke's bedroom. When he entered, the blonde boy was sleeping soundly. He debated between waking him or not to say he was going but he decided not too, seeing he woke up in the middle of the night. 

He searched for his stuff in the dark room, trying to not make too much noise to wake his boy. Luke needs sleep. 

In his search for a clean tee shirt he could borrow - he can't show up to wrok with the same tee as yesterday despite Starbucks's obligaroty uniform, it's gross  and people will notice - he managed to slip on a sock, knocking his foot on the leg of Luke's desk. 

Fuck, he cursed. 

''Mmf, -fuck are you doin'?'' a sleepy, muffled voice spoke, most of the words inaudible.

Startled, he turned, seeing Luke's dishevled hair sticking out on every senses, sleepy blue eyes struggling to open and his face hald burried in his pillow. Ashton smiled foundly at him, he looked so cute. ''I have to go to work, babe.'' Ashton stepped closed to the bed, kneeling and pressing a kiss on Luke's forehead. ''Close you eyes, go back to sleep.''