You & I

Ch. 23

-X-

"Careful, boys!" Sting shouted with caution. They were at the park, and there was a small play apparatus there, which the young boys went on. Climbing and chasing each other everywhere. 

"Aye, sir! Don't worry! We learned this from Mr. Hibiki!" Luke commented. Sting lifted his brows, just hearing that man's name made his stomach churn. 

"Tell me more about Hibiki." Sting demanded, he ran a hand through his sleek hair. 

"Oh! He's really strong and smart. When mama's out and doing work--he'd come and help us. Like, he'd help us study. Sometimes, he'll bring us out to eat and play with us." Weiss smiled. 

Sting's stomach twisted. "'Bout him and your mother?"

"Whatcha' mean?" The boys asked in unison. Sting heaved a slight sigh. Of course they wouldn't know he was jealous, and they might have not think of it any more than just friendship. And Sting knew that.

"I mean. . . does your mother like Hibiki?" He rephrased. The boys got off the play structure and scratched their heads. 

"They're fond of each other. That's all I've noticed," Weiss said. "But, our mom doesn't seem to show much interest with being more than friends, that's what I think." The little boy concluded. 

"I see. . ." Sting kicked a rock. He looked up, and felt something wet on his face, he looked at the boys and gathered the. "I'm sure it's time to go now. It's gonna rain, a hard one." I can feel it. The three rushed home, and when Lucy opened the door--she found them already drenched. 

"Sting!" gasped, grabbing them and bringing them inside. "Would you mind if the boys just wash up a bit first? I'll grab something for you afterwards. You can also shower." She said, Sting nodded. The blonde brought the boys up to wash them up in warm water. 

While Sting waited for Lucy, he unbuttoned his polo a bit, and scratched his head. A few minutes later, Lucy came down the boys already in new clothing, following behind her. She darted her way to Sting and pulled him. 

"Apologies, Sting. The hot waters all ready. I'll show you the way, and there's some clothes up there." Lucy said as she led him up the stairs and down the corridor. Sting could feel himself start to get heavy and sluggish.

It's nothing. He mentally told himself. Lucy opened the door.

"Sting the clothes are over there. I'll be in the living room." Lucy said, leaving and closing the door behind her. Leaving Sting alone.

He stared at the tub. It's very much like her to put bubbles. . . he chuckled. He took his clothes off and got in the tub. Letting himself sink in the tub while he relaxed his tense muscles. Despite living in luxury, he never had much time to take a bath, one to relax his muscles either. He sat up straight again, feeling the cold air touch his shoulders.

"Sting, sorry I--" Eyes wide--Lucy stared at Sting. However, Sting just kept a calm facade. He seemed too tired to not even react.
Lucy closed her eyes shut. She put a folded towel on a shelf beside the tub that Sting can reach. She backed up slowly.

"Lucy," Sting called. "Wait."
The blonde nodded to know she was listening even with her eyes closed.
"Can you. . . wash me, please?"

"What?! No!" Lucy put her hands in front of her face.

"Please. . . just the hair. I feel awfully tired. . ." Sting said. Lucy came closer to him, her eyes finally open. She looked away and felt his forehead. She gasped slightly.

"I think. . . you're sick." She said calmly.

"Oh. . . that's nice. . ." He said, he felt like he was gonna pass out any minute.

"Fine. I'll wash your hair. The rest you do yourself." She grabbed shampoo and started rinsing his hair.

Thank you. Sting smiled just a bit.
Lucy washed the shampoo off and got up.

"When you're done. Come downstairs. I'm making some warm food which should help you. It'll be done by the time you're finished." With that, she left and Sting continued cleaning himself off.

"Dobengal?" She called, as she set the bowl of noodles on the table. Then grabbing her sons' bowls, who had just finished. She awaited for the man to answer the phone, alas, the phone dropped. She dialed again.

Then again.

Then again.

She gave it one last try, and finally, it picked up.

"Dobengal?!" She nearly screamed over the phone. 

"Lucy, sorry, I've been trying to figure out a safe way to pick up Mr. Eucliffe."

"I've been trying to reach you for that. Well, are you able to pick him up?"

"Unfortunately not. There's an awful rainstorm happening. . . if you wouldn't mind--would you let Mr. Eucliffe stay there with you?" Dobengal asked. Lucy heaved a sigh. It wasn't originally her plan for Sting to stay--but now, it seemed she didn't have any choice. Plus, Sting was pretty sick. 

"Sure, hopefully the storm will lift up by tomorrow." Lucy said. 

"Oh! Thank you!" Dobengal gleefully said. "Now, I must start working again. I'm called for some help outside because of the weather. Please do take care, Lucy. Take care of yourself, the boys, and Mr. Eucliffe. No matter how badly he acts. Please have patience."

"It'll all be fine, Dobengal. Thank you." Lucy smiled.

"Thank you again. Farewell for now." Dobengal said, then hung up. As soon as Dobengal had hung up--Lucy heard Sting making his way down. 

"Sting," She called, without even looking at him, she put her phone down.
"You're staying with us."

-X-

Wassup, my peeps! It's me here and there, giving some random updates here and there! So, suspect NOTHING! 

That's all for now, please take care and watch yourselves please and stay magical.

Anyways,

JA NE~