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"Bobby Dawson," I said not looking at the caller id when I picked up my cell phone.
"Hey Dad, just got home," Lucas said softly.
"Hello," I said smiling, "How was school?"
"Good," he said nonchalantly, "Oh, my teacher needs to talk to you."
"What about this time?" I asked sighing.
"We had to write a paper based off a dream," he said letting me hear him work in the kitchen, "And the teacher freaked."
"What dream was it?" I asked putting away a gun.
"Same as always," he said yawning, "Those guys attacking me."
"I'm sorry, Hun," I said hating that he wasn't getting over the attack.
"I'm fine Dad. It's just too fresh in my mind," he said in a whisper.
"Bobby," Nick said walking in with Warrick, "Got you a few new toys."
"Thanks guys," I said nodding, "I have to go."
"I know," Lucas said sadly, "I love you Dad."
"I love you too," I said frowning at his tone, "Hey, how about me and you have a day tomorrow?"
"What about school?" he asked confused.
"One day isn't going to hurt you," I said laughing, "I promise just you and me tomorrow."
"No work?" he said his voice childish.
"Of course," I said smiling softly, "I asked to get off early a few days ago so I'll be off in an hour. I'll see you then."
"Okay," he said happily, "I'll have food ready. How does pasta sound?"
"Great," I said seeing Nick and Warrick staring at me, "I'll see you soon."
"Bye Dad," he said his voice returning to whispers.
"Bye," I said hanging the phone up.
"Didn't know you had a girlfriend, Bobby," Nick said smirking.
"I don't," I said laughing and taking the guns away from them.
"Then who was on the phone?" Warrick asked cocking an eyebrow.
"Lucas," I said calmly, "My son."
"You have a son?" Nick asked his eyes wide.
"Yeah," I said smiling.
"Wow," Warrick said shaking his head, "Why didn't you tell us?"
"I'm not really that close to you guys yet," I said shrugging, "That and Lucas's shy."
"How old is your son?" Nick asked sitting down and watching me run the tests.
"He's fourteen," I said putting on head phones, "Fire in the hole."
Once I was done with the guns I packed up and looked over at Nick and Warrick. They were talking to themselves, but I knew that it was about me. Smiling I motioned for them to leave so I could.
"So, will we ever get to meet Lucas?" Nick said walking with me to the locker room.
"Yeah," I said nodding, "I just want him to be ready first. After what happened in our old town I've gotten overprotective."
"What happened?" Warrick asked as I closed my locker.
"Lucas was beaten. He was in a coma for three weeks," I said softly, "All because he is gay."
"They beat him that badly because he's gay?" Nick said anger in his voice.
"Yeah," I said shaking my head, "Anyway, I have to go. Lucas will be waiting for me. Maybe one of these days you two can come over and I can cook."
"That sounds cool," Warrick said nodding, "We'll see you later."
"Yeah, bye," I said walking out to my car.
Getting into my car I drove to my house. The whole time I remembered how Lucas sounded when I talked to him. He needed to be with me, but that couldn't happen with work and school.
I sighed as I pulled into the driveway. Lucas couldn't go to school. He was pushing himself as it is. I knew that I had to talk to Lucas about this before he got himself hurt. He already had developed anxiety and had panic attacks sometimes, he needed to take it slow for awhile.
I climbed out of the car and walked to the front door. Lucas had the door locked and all of the curtains pulled down so you couldn't tell that he was home. Maybe I could bring Lucas to work with me for awhile.
"Lucas," I said unlocking and opening the door, "Where are you?"
"Kitchen," Lucas's quiet voice said flowing through the house.
Lucas was always a quiet kid, but after the attack it was hard to get him to even talk. I never saw him without a book or a notebook. Which is why I wasn't surprised to find him writing in a notebook when I walked into the kitchen.
"Hey," I said sitting down, "Are you okay?"
"I guess," he said shrugging, "Am I really not going to school tomorrow?"
"Actually I don't think you're going back to school for awhile," I said smiling softly, "It was too soon to send you to school. I'm going to home school you."
"Dad," he said looking up at me, "You have work. And soon you'll be working full time, at night. You'll be tired during the day. It's too much to ask."
"Lucas," I said standing up and walking to stand next to him, "I'm going to talk to my boss and explain the situation. Then you'll come to work with me and I'll teach you there. Everything will be fine."
"Are you sure?" he asked biting his lip.
"Yes," I said carding my hand through his hair, "We'll figure everything out."
"Okay," he said nodding, "The food's almost ready. I just need to finish up the sauce."
"Alright," I said kissing his head, "I'm going to make a few calls."
"Okay," he said standing up and going to the stove.