His Mate, His Son, His Regret
I led Marvel down the long hallway again, heading towards the elevator.
As we passed the nurses' station, I heard some loud laughter and couldn't help but glance over. Several nurses were standing, some sitting, seemingly chatting, or perhaps complaining about a patient.
I seemed to be showing an expression I shouldn't have. Cause Marvel asked, "Mommy, are you okay? Did you meet anyone you know again?"
"No," I quickly recovered and patted his head. "They were just laughing too loudly."
Marvel imitated me, glancing back and sighing, "Yeah, they seemed happy."