A Subs Life (Story 1) ✔️

22-Motherly Instinct.

~Caroline~

There was a reason why God-or some higher power- had decided to take my baby away...everything happens for a reason right? Clearly I wasn't ready to do motherly things...Clearly I didn't have this motherly instinct that moms had. If that I had been the case, I would be still be carrying mine and Sol's Angel baby. I would be searching the web for the perfect crib and researching about breastfeeding. I wasn't...I'd been catching up on school work-still-that I had missed in the week of my grievance when my phone rang the next afternoon.

"...This is the elementary school and I'm calling in regards to Christopher Specter. He isn't feeling to well today. He got sick after lunch. I've tried to call his mother and father but neither of them answered. His father put you on the list of people who would be able to pick him up..." My very first thought after the nurse finished talking was, 'Why in the hell would Sol do that?' My second, 'What in the ever loving fuck was I going to do with a sick child?' 

"Will you be able to pick him up Miss Thomson?" She'd prompted when I didn't reply right off the jump. Yea...and then do what?

"Of course. Thank you for calling, I will be there soon," There was no way in hell I could just leave Christopher at school, ill. Because even though he was a little heathen sometimes, he was Sol's son, my stepson and I did love him, dearly. Let me not dismiss the fact that my dominant would probably not be to happy if I didn't go. I could already feel anxiety building up in stomach but thankfully, my voice remained calm and composed.

Immediately after hanging up with the school, I tried to call Sol...then Miriam. Neither of them answered, which meant they were in surgery or in a meeting. Go figure. In any other situation I would have paced the condo's floor, pondering my 'choices' but not this time. With that same seriously uncomfortable feeling in my gut, I grabbed my keys and left.

I thought of the worst possible outcomes as I made it out of the parking garage from the condo in two minutes flat. It did take me a minute to remember what school he went to-go fig it was some private school-and where it was. I couldn't help but ground my teeth in annoyance as I kept trying to call Sol via Bluetooth though my car speakers with no success. You would figure parents would keep their phones close no matter what type of job they had just in case something like this did happen. But my Sir was smart and he always thought of things like this which is why he had put me on Chris's pickup list. Could have told me but at least he had back-up plans.

It felt like an eternity, but finally I reached the school. Even though I had absolutely no clue what I was to do with the little sick babe once I had him, I rushed from the parking into the school like he was my very own.

"Hi, can I help you?" The round, old woman behind the desk labeled 'Administration'  asked.

"I'm here to get my son," Whoa, Caroline, take a few steps back, but the words had already left my lips. After the lady asked me a million fucking ridiculous questions she showed me to the nurses room. Believe it or not the entire time Sol and I had been together, Chris had never really been sick. Well at least not sick enough to where he was a little pale and clammy.

I swallowed back the knot in my throat when I seen the child sitting on the uncomfortable looking table that had white paper covering it for protection. I didn't want to show any emotion so I straightened my spine and lifted my chin but the confidence was short lived.

"Caroline?...What are you wearing?" Was the first thing Chris asked me. The cute little boy was a bit pale and slightly hunched in on himself as if his stomach was not feeling to well. His dark, sandy blonde hair was damp as if he was breaking away from a fever.  I didn't know rather I should laugh or roll my eyes as I looked down at my clothes because only a Specter would be worried about fashion, to hell with not feeling well.