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-TLS
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Chapter 2: Emotion and Memories
Matthew's emotions got the better of him, seeing the little boy that looked so much like them. Matthew's brother and father and of the bittersweet love for he held for them, but this child was so pure in his eyes that he held a twinge of resentment for his brother leaving behind this angel.
Kneeling down before the child he pulled him into a warm embrace. Peter was confused at the sudden affection from his newly found uncle, but welcomed it. He had not been hugged like this for a long while (besides the hugs Miss Liz gave him) and buried his head against the crook of Matthew neck, enjoying his warmth and comforting scent of pine and maple with a bit of spice. The older man's hair covering his head from the rest of the world while his arms shielded the rest of him.
Matthew released the small boy and stood back up, looking over to the now standing Ms Elizaveta, "I have the tickets to leave tomorrow afternoon. I'd like to talk with Peter for a bit before then."
Elizaveta nodded before asking, "So, I can assume that you have a sleeping arrangement made?"
"Yes, I'll be staying at a Bed and Breakfast a few blocks down."
"Good, Mrs. Parker is a good hostess, but, I suppose you'll join us for lunch, Mr. Williams?"
The blond man smiled at the shorter woman and nodded, "Yes, that would be fantastic."
Peter had been clenching the bottom of Matthew's Red sweater the entire conversation, not wanting the man that gave him such a warm feeling to disappear.
"Stay?" Peter tugged at Matthew's sweater in question.
"Yes," Matthew replied to both placing a hand on Peter's head scruffing up his hair a bit
"Only Peter, you, and I will be eating, the rest of the children and staff had lunch already." Elizaveta informed the purple eyed man, who was looking around curiously at the lack of children running about in the dining area.
Looking at the clock, Matthew read that it was already three in the afternoon and munched on a grape, "yes, it is late, isn't it?"
Peter nodded and as he ate a grape like his uncle and then picked up a carrot stick when Matthew did.
Elizaveta noticed the boy trying to mimic his uncle and smiled, little out a tiny laugh muffled laugh. She looked at Matthew and saw him, his head turned to the side at angle as to hide a smile of his own as he glance from the corner of his eye at his nephew's concentration.
Both adults had gone through their lunch half-way before the child realized why they were laughing and pouted at the laughter.
After Lunch had ended Peter showed his Uncle all of his favorite spots and places in the house. All of which were avoided by the rest of the children at the home.
"Peter, don't you want to spend some time with your friends?" Matthew didn't want the boy to lose his last opportunity to play with his friends.
"No," Peter huffed, stomping his little foot and clenching his book tighter. His little rosy cheeks puffed up and Matthew wanted to coo at the cuteness of the boy trying to look angry.
"Why not Peter?" Peter did not answer his uncle and kept his cheeks puffed up in annoyance.
'Well,' thought Matthew to himself, 'the boy is his father's son after all.' Remembering his brother when they were little children and he came for a visit in the summer holidays.
Sighing Matthew gave in and decided to change the topic to another subject, "Well, in that case, do you want me to help you pack?"
The boy looked up at his uncle and had a thoughtful expression on his before nodding. Smiling at the boy's mood swings Matthew picked the boy up and rested his weight against his hip. Peter clenched his book in one hand and his uncle's shoulder in the other, before directing the man to his room.
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-TLS