Mama Hale

1.4.4

Hello! I apologize that I didn't update last night. There were really bad storms and I had to run around the yard and stuff, getting the clutter by the house so it didn't blow away, and then I had to find our cats and the tornado sirens almost went off. So last night was chaos. Therefore, I will update twice tonight. So enjoy this chapter brought to you by my precious Draco Malfoy.

-Recap-

We pull into the driveway and before Derek can respond again, I jump out of the car and rush into the house, up the stairs, and into our room. I fall to the ground by the bed and let my tears fall, unable to hold them in any longer.

(Derek's P.O.V.)

 Lyrica goes running into the house before I can say anything else. I'm about to run after her when I remember that Isaac is asleep in the back. I sigh and kill the engine, getting out and walking to Isaac's side of the car. I carefully open the door and gently place a hand on his shoulder.

"Isaac." I say as softly as possible. "Isaac, we're home. Wake up so I can take you to your room."

He bolts up from his position, gasping for breath. "Isaac, calm down. It's only me." He looks at me and sighs.

"Sorry." He says, running a hand through his curls. Just like Lyrica. "I'm not used to being woken up by other people."

"That's fine." I say, flashing a small smile. "Let's head in. I'll show you where your room is. There's already clothes in there. And remind Lyrica to grab your bag from the trunk in the morning before you two leave."

"Okay, thanks." He says, exiting the car. I lead him into the large house, sensing his curiosity. I smile at his childishness and lead him up the stairs and to the room that's 3 doors down from mine.

"Here's your room." I open the door. Isaac walks in and looks around. "We can go get you some extra clothes and a new, better phone and other stuff this weekend. We can probably paint your room too, if you want."

"Thank you Derek. Really." He says, looking at me. I freeze when I hear Lyrica sobbing in our room. I feel my heart speed up. "You're welcome, kid. Now get to sleep." I don't give him a chance to speak before I walk away, closing the door behind me.

I rush down the hall and into my room, closing the door behind me. I glance around and see her on the ground by her side of the bed, curled into a ball and sobbing. I walk over to her and drop to my knees in front of her, pulling her shaking form into my arms. She instantly wraps her arms around me and buries her face in my chest. I wrap one arm around her shoulders and place the other on the back of her head.

(Lyrica's P.O.V.)

After only a minute or two of me being alone in our room, Derek rushes in and falls to the ground in front of me, pulling me into his warm embrace. I wrap my arms around him and bury my face in his chest, staining his shirt with my tears. We just sit there, me sobbing and him holding me, for nearly an hour. 

I eventually manage to calm down enough to where I'm just lightly hiccuping. He carefully pulls away from me and places his hands on either side of my face, moving my hair out of the way so he can see me.

"Are you okay?" He asks, eyes full of fear.

"I don't know." I mumble. "Can we just go to bed?"

"Yeah, of course." He says cautiously. We both stand up and I walk over to the bathroom, wanting to get all the smeared makeup off of my face. I quickly clean my face off and walk back into the bedroom to see Derek in a pair of sweatpants with no shirt on. He sees me come in and smiles slightly.