author's note: A little scenario involving Miles and his son.
Title: Little Boy
Genres: Family
Rating: K
Couple: Implied LivMiles
'Papa?'
Snow batters against the tiny window, shattering the chilling atmosphere, the sound of monsters desperate to break into the strong Walls of Briggs. Only to realise the monsters are already within. Pen stops; the ink wounds the paper, and stills. A blotch of black liquid pools the white, and no one speaks.
A boy, no older than three, steps forward.
When blue, innocent eyes catch his own, a fist clenches and the pen is strangled. Finally the boy has realised.
'Mummy…' Eyebrows crease, and all innocence transforms into sadness. '… I want mummy.'
The request is simple. Yet the man's heart breaks.
The boy has never stated this before, and Miles likes to believe the thought never crosses his son's mind. Mummy's absence isn't uncommon, and maybe (maybe) the little boy should be used to this. So how comes he sobs at night, refuses to eat, runs for the huge, intimidating doors and expects mummy to appear? How comes when mummy finally appears, the boy is unnerved with the blood covering her once blue uniform and pale face, and leaps into her arms?
It has been too long, the amount of times the boy has waited for mummy to show up. He naïvely expects her to return any day now, maybe with a tiny gift (though those occurrences are rare), and to read him a bedtime story. The boy prefers how mummy warms his milk than papa does.
He only wants his mummy.
'I know,' Miles says quietly.
The child pulls at his sleeve.
'I want her too, kiddo, but she's busy right now. Mummy has a very important job to do, but she wants you to be patient and promises to be home very soon.'
Home. At the age of three, the boy considers Fort Briggs — a living Hell — hishome.
The child attempts to smile but fails, and bows his head. Miles watches him, and hates those fools who constantly require her presence, when all this child wants is her love and affection. He asks for so little, but unfortunately the demons who station themselves at the top of the ladder win.
And Olivier is livid, but expresses nothing.
Because, unbeknownst to her son, she wants him too.
'Come here…' Miles forgets the paperwork, and leans forward in his seat. Instantly the boy runs over and latches onto him, happily allowing his father to place him on his lap.
They cuddle.