The little blue boy blinked up at the blond woman. He shook his head vigorously no and put his fingers to his mouth in a shush motion. He was hiding from Daddy. Games were fun, even with Daddy’s mustache bristled.
Falling into a sleepy half nap the boy didn’t stir until his father’s voice reached him.
“BLUE!” James shouted, jogging toward the strange woman holding his adopted son. Holding himself stiffly as he approached her, his voice was gruff, “Thank you for finding him Ma’am. I hope he didn’t cause you any trouble,” his lips drew thin, fearing trouble was exactly what Blue had been causing, “I’ll take it from here,” he stepped forward to accept the small child from her arms.
Lifting his head up and rubbing his eyes, Syx murmured, “Daddy… I don wanna go home yet.”
The concern for the child wasn’t something that Mickey could fight as the man took Blue into his arms. Offering a sort of assuring smile, she nodded some, waving off his concern, “No worries. He was trying to play hide and seek with you when I found him,” she assured the man.
“I’m just glad I was able to help him find his father.”
Breathing a sigh of relief as soon as Blue was in his arms, James gave his son a stern frown, “You know you aren’t to leave the school grounds,” Syx just pouted and turned his face into his father’s chest.
What if someone had taken him? What if he’d been hurt? Blue was an alien and not even a citizen. What would he be able to do if someone stole him away? Go sick with worry and hope his resources could recover the boy. Fail him. More than likely.
Turning back to the woman, he nodded, “Thank you again. I should call off the manhunt before the men scare the neighborhood,” shifting his grip on his child, he offered a hand, “James Woodridge, I’m the Warden to the prison up the street.”
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