KINDERGARTEN [L.S]

𝑵𝒊𝒏𝒆

NINE

I'm taking him to school today. You'll still have your time with him this weekend.

I read the text over and over as I rubbed my sleepy eyes.
The lights of my room were still out, my alarm hasn't even gone off yet and Brianna's text replaced my usual alarm that morning.

I was barely even awake, and still, I was sure that text didn't make sense.

He wants to go?

I typed, still trying to get used to the light of the phone making my eyes squint.
Dropping my head back on the pillow and seeing I still had two minutes till my alarm rings, I let out a yawn, waiting for her reply.

Not excitedly, but he's going. And you don't need to come this morning. I'll take him.

I yawned again, shrugging to myself.
Great. If that's what she wants, then I won't complain.

I quickly set up my alarm for thirty minutes later and dozed off again.

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Fridays at the office were always eventful.
Everyone tries get work done fast and get ahead of their cases, not wanting to leave anything for the weekend.

And that meant, handing heavy paperwork to the paralegal.
As known as, me.

But even if I was buried in paperwork, I still found a little time to start looking for therapist for children.
Harry had given me the number of the one he recommended, but I knew Brianna wouldn't accept them easily. Therefore, I needed options.

Maybe Briana would come to her senses, maybe she'd be willing to take Freddie to a consultation session.
I should at least be prepared.

During my lunchtime, I called some of them that were close enough to Brianna's house and that specialized on kids, and explained them the situation.

The majority of them agreed with me. And Harry, for that matter.

Freddie needed someone to help him. But also, in these cases, when the child is so young, the therapy is also a guidance to the parents.
So it would help Briana and me as well.

We would all benefit from this.
Not just Freddie.

The drawings, his bad mood, everything was just a call for attention. And neither Brianna nor I were helping.

But now I understood which was my place, what I needed to do, what I wanted to do.
I wanted to help him, to be there for him, to have fun with him, to teach him things, to enjoy the time I had with him. To be everything he needed me to.

I didn't want to leave him again, I wasn't going to.

And if that meant getting him help from a professional, then so be it.

The phone calls took longer than I thought, so when my lunchtime was about to end, I had barely taken a bite of my food, completely forgotten as I talked to the different therapists.

I sighed, knowing I lost my chance to eat and that I had to go back to the pile of paperwork sooner than later.
Though, before I could bury myself in work again, my personal phone let me know I had a new text.

A text from Harry.

Brianna dropped Freddie this morning. What happened to you? Feeling well?