A sharp wind nearly tore her hair out of its bun, but she managed to duck inside the school building before the damage was permanent, though she did shiver slightly as a trail of breeze followed her as the door shut completely.
Letting out a sigh of relief at the warmth now surrounding her, she turned from the doors and began to walk briskly down the hallway she'd entered, knowing the way to her destination already. She passed several classrooms, row upon row of lockers, but she was not to be distracted; she was a woman on a mission.
Two turns later, she saw the office doors at the end of this new hall.
Taking a breath and resisting the urge to quicken her pace, she walked calmly up to the nice oak finish and knocked briskly. Tap-tap-tap.
"Come in," called an older woman's voice.
Needing no other invitation, she opened the door to peer inside, her eyes zeroing in on target: there was dear little Abe, hunched over in a seat and looking a bit green.
She practically sprinted her way across the office to wrap her arms around her adopted son, already cooing soft nothings of reassurance. "It's alright, sweetie; Mummy's here," she said, worriedly stroking his much-too-warm forehead.
She turned her attention only when the woman behind her cleared her throat. The office worker was staring at both mother and child sympathetically. "I'm sorry, miss, but he was just too ill to continue classes today. The nurse said-"
"That he needed to go home," Abigail finished for her, standing up straight immediately, skillfully slipping her ill son into her arms expertly despite the fact that he was a fair bit bigger than she was used to; he'd gotten a growth spurt recently, bless him.
"Are there any forms I need to fill out?" she asked quickly, shifting slightly on her feet when she heard Abe whimper slightly.
"No, ma'am; he's free to go," the worker said easily, nodding.
Abigail didn't stick around; she marched right out the door at record speed, cradling the seven-year-old to her chest as if he were still the newborn she'd found amongst the Jewish refugees all those years ago.
"Don't you worry, dear," she whispered, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head, "Daddy will make you feel right as rain soon enough."
Luckily for both parties, he didn't throw up until they got home.
Unluckily, when he did lose his lunch, it was all over Daddy's shoes.
A/N: I wanted more Abe and Abby. Thus, some Abe and Abby. Hope you liked!
~Persephone