The Unconventional Hero

22) Interlude Pt.1

Chapter Twenty-Two: Interlude Pt. 1

A week after birth — x/xx/20xx

Melissa Sandrow Lott heaved quietly through her slumber, cramps and lower abodomin pains waking her up. It wasn't much different from before, just trailing lower down into her more lady bits. A shame, but not surprising for someone who had just given birth.

She was used to pain anyways.

Her beautiful baby boy was resting quietly in her hands, asleep. It had taken a whole lot to get the kid asleep, so she sighed quietly and settled down herself. She would savour the silent time before he would inevitably wake up and force her to get up.

Not that she minded. Of course, she had spent around a year of her life creating this wonderous creature. And to think of the things he could become—what she could lead him into.

He would always be cared for, and she would be beside him forever. An angel from heaven, that's what he was.

It was almost like a well deserved miracle from heaven. She was infertile for the longest time, or at least was believed to be.

But somehow, this heaven sent child had manifested into her. She could remember the late nights when he was kicking and moving around. It hurt like hell, but she didn't mind. It was a loving pain, it was a reassurance that it wouldn't happen again.

He was her baby boy forever, after all.

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Age one — December 17, 20xx

"Elias!" Melissa yelled, running over to where the small baby was throwing things around. "Put that down young man!"

The baby boy frowned before wailing loudly. Babbling, he made grabby hands for the toy she had just picked up. Cute, but not cute enough. At least, not enough to enable his fit throwing tendencies.

"No, time out. Goodness, where's your father? Still at the lab? That man. I swear, he'll run himself into the ground at this rate. We have enough money for him to not work anyways, what could be so important?" She let out another sigh and pinched the bridge of her nose as she picked the green eyed baby boy up.

Elias cocked his head and smiled as he gurgled a laughter. Well, at least he forgot about his prior dilemma. For the most part, that is.

"Come on little Eli, let's prepare dinner. He'll be hungry when he gets home."

When the table had been set and Elias was fed, his father walked through the door, bag in hand and a tired smile on his face. "I'm home!" he shouted, removing his coat leisurely.

Elias bounced up and down in his little stroller chair, waving his hands around. He laughed as he was picked up, a kiss smacked onto his forhead.

"Darryl, you know that you don't need to take extra hours. Take a day off or two, please. Spend a day with your angel of a son," she pleaded, eyes softened as she watched him swing Elias around.

He laughed and tucked her into the crook of his elbow, a shallow side hug. Melissa sighed—she seemed to be doing so a whole lot more recently.