It takes a long while for the police to make it over here. Them saying that they needed to be thorough because of how close it was to the Citadel. They weren't that close so that made Prompto frown, it was obviously a lie. But she didn't say anything not wanting to. It also wasn't her business on why the police would lie, they must have a good reason to. She just wanted to get her statement in and go home already. It was way past her time to clock out and head home. It took so long the waitresses for the next shift showed up late because of all of the traffic.
When the officer told her she was done, she asked the man over and over if he was sure. When he finally glared at her and answered yes, Prom smiled and ran to get her purse and put away her apron and name tag. She always forgets it at home so she just leaves it here. She closes her locker and starts walking home through the busy street. She gets her phone out checking the time. She is so late, she won't have time to eat when she gets home. Not that she was really hungry. A horn honking brings her out of her thoughts. She looks around at her name being called. She turns to the street to see the brown haired waitress waving at her from her car window. "Prompto! Sunflower!"
"Gilberta!" Prompto shouts her name in shock, receiving a couple of looks her way.
"Hop in. I'll give you a ride home, we are going the same way anyways." She gives her a smile. Prompto look at her unsure. She's in the middle of the street, isn't she bothering the people behind her? Like she could read minds Gilberta lets out a laugh, "relax sunflower, I'm stuck in traffic, no car is moving right now. I'd feel better knowing you are safe, after what happened to today it'll help my conscious." She says. Prompto yields, with a nod she steps forward going onto the street and quickly getting into the car just in case traffic begins to flow again and people start honking at her. Gilberta giggles watching Prompto act like this was a mission impossible scene.
Just like she thought traffic began to flow again, moving them closer towards home. "This might be the first time we've gone home at the same time." Prompto says moving to the front passenger seat.
"Well I do work four hours more than you do. Since today we both stayed longer than we need to I can drive you home." Gilberta smiles.
"Thanks. I don't know how you can work those four more hours." Prompto says, sinking into the seat.
"You take online classes before coming to work, right?" She asks, she sees from the corner of her eye Prompto nod. "You have a busy morning. I don't. I relax at home until it's time for work."
"Don't you also take online classes?"
"Not like yours. What are you studying? I've seen you bring your books to work."
"Mechanics, electronics and photography." She smiles.
"I'm studying business. And sure it's not easy but it's not like that." Gilberta says with a strained smile remembering how much work she does have. Not able to imagine how much work Prompto must have on her plate on top of her working at the diner and school.
"Is your husband taking online classes too?" Prompto asks.
"Yes. He's doing economics and business with me. He's just not use to having a job." She says with a sad smile.
Prompto stays silent as they get home. Humming the music on the radio, as they slowly but surely make their way home. The apartment they both live in is six stories high, spread out, so on each floor has a lot of apartments. Ten on the first floor, making room for the lobby area, and fifteen apartments from the second floor higher. As they walk through the sliding doors, Prompto nods as Gilberta talks about her plans for once she graduates college. She waves goodbye to her co-worker, she lives with her husband on the first floor while Prompto lives on the fourth floor. She waits silently and anxiously to reach her floor. She texted that she'd be late but what if they get angry at her. She is using them.
When the door to the elevator opens she runs down the hallway, past her door to her neighbors door. She knocks on the door softly, it's late so they might be asleep already, she wouldn't fault them for that. She raises her hand again, ready to knock again, she knocks once, her knuckle staying on the door as she heard the sound of locks turning. She retracts her hand as the door opens. At the door she stare at one of her neighbors, Prompto smiles. "Hello Josephine." Prompto greets.
"Ah, Prompto, I'm glad you're here we were starting to worry." She says with a smile. She is an older lady, married, with her brown hair starting to turn white. Her brown eyes still glowing with a spark. She did look at Prompto worried.
"Sorry, an accident happened around the area, so we had to stay. Then my co-worker drove me home in traffic during the aftermath of the accident." Prompto say feeling bad. She bit her lips nervously as she fiddled with her fingers. Josephine smiles as she steps back to let Prompto in.
"It's alright, Prompto. We got your text and we saw the news. We were worried about why it took so long for you to get back." Josephine answers staying at the door. She walks into the living room, where a lady sat next to a sleeping baby. She looks at Prompto having woken up it seems. She smiles when she spots the blonde unkempt hair of Prompto. She sits up as her eyes open wide.
"Prompto, you're here! Safe!" She says happily then covers her mouth. Looking at the baby who babbled and moved it's small arms around. "We were worried. I must have fallen asleep with him." She says with a smile, this woman has red hair that seems to faide with the white hairs, her green eyes going darker. She moved to grab the blue baby bag decorated with yellow chocobos.
"Sorry for coming so late, Prue." Prompto apologizes again.
"No worries. We offered to help so we'll help. Take your time. You know we don't rush you." Prue smiles as she watch Prompto move to carefully pick up her baby. His dark black hair poking out from his little beanie. Prompto cradles him, slowly standing up, not wanting to wake him up. She's learned first hand to never wake up a sleeping baby. Prue helps Prompto get the baby bag strap over her shoulder. She walks steadily to the opened door.
"Thanks again." Prompto says over her shoulder, to both of them. She will never not thank them. Married for fifteen year, never have kids so she was shocked when they willingly wanted to help her with her baby. But she's not going to pry, what if they can't have kids? What if they don't want a doner? What if they don't want kids but helping babysit is okay with them? Prompto can get all the help she can.
As she walks to her door she hears their door close and lock. She grabs her keys and opens the door getting home. She closes and locks the door. She turns the light on, going to her room. She again turns the light on, walking to the crib that sat across from her bed. She sets him down. Watching him for a second, watching him breath as he sleep. Sucking on and off on his pacifier. She smiles then goes away. She slides out of her shoes and goes into the bathroom, taking a quick shower then drying her hair. She makes sure the lights are off and doors are locked then goes to sleep. It was late and she was tired so she'll skip eating dinner. Which isn't unusual for her.
She has to get up in the morning and do her classes while take care of her baby, just like any day. Expect the weekends, those are her days off.
She feels guilty for her selfishness of having the baby but she loves him too much and she doesn't regret having him, she made her choice and she's happy with it.
