Alone & Lost

3.) Cuties

Navy had slept in, enjoying the scent that Henry left on the pillows. She woke up with a small grown, rolling onto her back with a sigh.

Morning has come along again.

When she stood up, she was a little dizzy. She had a craving that she was familiar with. She knew today would be a tough day.

Before Daryl left, or whenever he came to visit, whenever she had one of these days she would be sure to spend it with him, just because he's experienced and can tell what she's doing and what she's thinking when it came to these days.

Daryl had warned her that the wanting to do drugs never goes away. He warned her she just needs to distract herself with happiness, in other words, replace the happiness that drugs gave her with happiness from friends and family. But even then, sometimes, she just might have a bad day where no matter what she does, she just wants a good gram of that good good.

She always warned Henry when she had these days so he could help her control herself. She did this not for her sake, but for her son's. When he was almost a year old, she broke and got a little high. How she found the drugs? Nobody really knows. It could be the fact that she's a doctor and can get stuff like Morphine or Adderall, or maybe she just knows a guy that has a marijuana plant in his backyard. But either way, she got high. Her son was crying for help because he had his foot stuck in a chair and it hurt. She didn't process it because she was high.

She never really forgave herself for that because he had a bruise and was hurt for a week, and she should've been a better mother. Ever since then she's been warning Henry when she would have a bad day. That's when he'd keep an eye out on her to make sure she's not doing anything suspicious. They know each other super well by now, and can tell when one of them is lying about something.

Navy ran a hand through her hair as she walked into the living room, smiling at the three cutest boys in her life right now.

"Hi," she greeted as Sam giggled, Cooper greeted her, and Henry smiled.

"What's wrong?" Henry asked her as he continued to draw with his son, but looking up at Navy.

"It's one of those days," she said softly as she sat down, looking at the pictures her son has been drawing. She smiled. "I can do better," she teased Sam, grabbing a blue crayon and began drawing. Sam watched closely as Henry continued the conversation in Adult Language.

"Any reason?" He asked.

"No," she said softly. "Maybe I just need food," she shrugged, within seconds finishing her almost perfect drawing of Cooper. Sam was amazed.

"Woah!" He laughed.

"Keep it," she smiled as she stood up, wandering into the kitchen to see what Michonne was cooking. "Want me to take over?" She asked softly.

"You don't mind?" Michonne asked.

"Go take care of your newborn. I got this." Navy flashed a small smile as Michonne thanked her, jogging up the stairs. She began stirring the eggs, flipping the bacon and sausages, and baking the french toast. After about 30 minutes, the breakfast was done, and everybody had woken up to the smell of bacon. Carol helped Navy lay out the food on plates, and everybody grabbed one. Henry was the last to come get food. "How're you feeling?" Navy asked. Last night was his first chemo pill.

"A little tired," he said, swallowing his pill for this morning. He coughed afterwards. "That's big," he mumbled.

"You'll get used to it," Navy flashed a small smile. She got lost in his eyes when they met with hers. She just stared at him, her eyes scanning over his face as she admired it, taking in every detail.