The older three were torn from their thoughts, and all turned to blankly stare at him.
"What? It's a good question," he exclaimed throwing his arms up in exasperation. Sometimes these people were so clueless.
Amber thought a moment before answering. "It depends on Bray." Turning to look at her old lover, she looked over his state. "Would you rather wait until the morning, so you can get some rest? You look exhausted," she commented taking in his ruffled and fatigued state for the first time.
"I think that'd be a good idea," He replied yawning and reluctantly handing the baby back to her.
"Then we can all catch up in the morning." The girl smiled carefully cradling the now sleeping baby.
"Oh, I still have some of your clothes stored away in my room. Would you like them to change into?"
Bray nodded, and Amber turned to Jay. "Honey, could you grab his stuff out of our room...and…, " Jay gave her a confused look, and she remembered that he didn't know she had kept her old lover's stuff stored in the back of their closet. Then she gasped as the words "old lover" passed through her mind once again. "Oh, Bray, I'm so….I'm…He and I…We….When you,"
Bray laughed slightly at Amber's horrified expression. "Amber, it's okay. I understand. You thought I was dead and moved on. If I recall correctly, I did the same thing a few years ago."
Amber breathed a sigh of relief but still appeared to feel a little guilty. "Then um…I guess….that settles…everything."
"I'll just take one of the spare rooms," Bray offered predicting her next fear.
Amber looked nervously at Jay before turning to Lex. "Lex, could you go get Bray's stuff? You know where it is."
Lex started to protest, but she glared at him. Nodding, he ran back up the stairs to Amber's room.
Jay suddenly spoke up for the first time in a while. "There aren't any spare rooms," he said sounding more happy then sympathetic.
Amber thought for a minute. "Oh, yeah, all the rooms have been taken by now."
"That's fine. He can stay in mine until we figure everything out," Lex interrupted coming back down the stairs carrying a box of Bray's stuff.
Jay looked at him slightly angry that his plan to get Bray to leave had been destroyed once again, and Bray looked at Lex confused.
"But won't Tai-san mind?"
He watched as Lex's expression fell. "She's missing. I was hoping you might know something, since we were told you had both been 'deleted'."
"I'm sorry, Lex. I never saw her. I thought that after everything with the Guardian, she'd be back. But I'll tell you everything I know. Then maybe we could find something else out. Besides if I escaped, I'm sure she'll be able to," he tried to comfort the younger man.
Lex nodded absently, and Bray threw an arm around his shoulders, turning them towards Lex's room.
"Well, I need some sleep. I'll talk to you all in the morning."
Jay gave a curt nod, but Amber smiled back at him. "Of course. Good night," she replied sweetly and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, but seeing Jay's expression she quickly did the same to Lex so Jay wouldn't assume anything by her actions.
Leaning in closer to Lex, Amber quickly whispered to him. "Don't worry about her. Bray's right. She'll be fine."
He gave her an uneasy smile not used to having her be concerned over him.
Then she and Jay, along with baby Bray, went back upstairs to their room while Lex and Bray went to his room.
Lex collapsed tiredly onto his bed. He had been stuck guarding the mall the entire night. Next time he was going to convince Amber to make Jay do it. Thinking for a few moments how he was going to accomplish that, he barely noticed when Bray started out the doorway.
"Hey, where are you going?" he called out.
"To take a shower. Why?"
"Whatever," he closed his eyes and quickly fell into his old attitude. "Make sure you're quiet when you get back."
Bray rolled his eyes and grabbed a pair of his clothes before leaving. "Just like old times," he mumbled but smiled to himself at the same time.
Another short and rather dull chapter, but don't worry. I actually have a plot line. I swear I do! It's right here! (holds up tattered notebook filled with barely legible writing and scribbles covering it.) It's right here. Now, to actually develop, type, and post it...wish me luck. Later.