Lyla's heart beat ferociously in its cavity. This magnificent boy was her son, he came from her and he was perfect. From where she was standing she could see his hair; thick like her own and just as wild as Louis'. His eyes were as vivid as the blue forget-me-nots that grew in her apartment's window garden.

And yet he had not gone to her as she had expected, instead he went to Louis with a sense of familiarity. It was Louis who got to comfort their son. Louis had not even known he had fathered a child until five hours ago so what right did he have to comfort Evan. Lyla had agonized over thoughts of him for years and when her suspicions had been confirmed she had moved out here and searched for him so she at least deservered a few private moments with him.

She wasn't able to take it and she turned away from her son, promising to her self that she wouldn't be gone for long, that August and Louis wouldn't even notice that she left. She told her self that she only needed a moment to get herself together and so she slipped out of the prestigious halls of Juliard.

August sniffled and pressed his face further into his Pa's jacket smelling the smell of strong coffee and something else that smelled of spices. Louis' hand was softly combing thourgh his hair, smoothing out the occasional snarl or knot that he found in the boy's thick hair.

"You calmed down yet, son?"

August lifted his head at the question before appearing to think for a few seconds before replying with a small nod and a quick smile to the man whose eyes were the same blue as his.

"I think I'm fine now, Papa," and he pulled slightly away from his father his shy demeanor returning.

"August is there anything about me you want to know," asked Louis as he continued running his fingers through August's hair, not appearing to notice that August had pulled away at all.

"Yes. Do I have any Uncles or Aunts?"

"Yeah, you do; my sister Imogen and my brother Marshall," said Louis as he began to lead August down the hall to Mr. Jeffries office.

"Oh, are they nice," asked August with a childish gleam in his eyes.

"You could say that," replied Louis with a small laugh as thay walked in to Mr. Jeffries office.

When Louis and Mr. Jeffries had finally finished talking about what was going to happen to August now that he had been found August had fallen asleep in his chair. Louis picked him up and frowned at himself at August's weight. Waving goodbye to Mr. Jeffries , Louis allowed his mid to drift to Lyla. He wasn't sure if August had noticed her leaving ,let alone her pressence, but he had and it was hard not to run after her but August was his son and he had to come first even if he had so many questions for her to answer.

Author's Note: Lyla is based on Battered Woman Syndrome so she will seem a little strange because her logic will twisted.