he’d been fighting again. sat at the kitchen table, he was
unable to help the wince that crossed boyish features as she so
TENDERLY patched him up.
it was a good deal more than he deserved, yet how could he ever
expect anything LESS from the woman who was more mother
to him than any other he’d known after YEARS spent in the system.
“ y’ever regret adopting me? ”
TENDER HANDS NIMBLY stitch his open wounds together. Molly had managed to refrain from tutting the entire time she sat her SON down at their kitchen table. Michael reminded her quite a lot of her little brother and she smiles softly to herself. She hadn’t seen Dodger in quite some time. Maybe it was time to track him down, invite him over for some dinner with her and Michael.
The stitching ends and Molly inhales sharply as her mind registers Michael’s remark. Regret adopting him? The thought had never crossed her mind, not once in the past --- what was it? decade? --- number of years. Her life would be incomplete without her son by her side.
She sets her instruments down on a metallic plate, the sharp scrape of metal on metal ringing throughout the small kitchen. Sunlight peeks through the white lace curtains and Toby comes round to rub up against Michael’s leg, begging to be picked up. Sighing, Molly bends down to pick up the gentle feline.
“My love,” she murmurs, placing Toby on Michael’s lap. “You were the best thing to ever happen to me. Why would you ever think that I would regret adopting you?”
