Professor Astor: Chapter 40
Professor Astor (Off-Limits)
I squint at my laptop as I try to remember what source I pulled this line of data from. Why would I not have saved the reference straight away? It could take me hours to track that down. I groan and run a hand through my hair. Iâm so close to finishing my dissertation, yet it still feels so far away too.
I welcome the distraction when my phone buzzes, hoping itâs either Amara or Thor. Instead, itâs the kidsâ school. My heart drops as memories of last time flood my mind. God, I hope the kids are okay. Please, donât let them have gotten into another fight â especially not when their mother is here, without a doubt silently judging Thorâs parenting skills.
âHi, Ms. Sital. Colton has a fever and we advise that you pick him up. Heâs not been feeling too well.â
I check my watch. Itâs only ten in the morning. How could he have been sent to school at all if heâs feeling unwell? âIâll be right there,â I tell her, rushing to grab my bag.
I text Thor before stepping into my car, my nerves creeping up on me. I hope heâs okay. Colton is so incredibly strong, but everyone is different when theyâre sick. I always turn into the biggest baby when Iâm sick, and I worry Colt might be the same. Iâm worried that he needs me, and Iâm not there.
By the time I reach the school, Iâm shaking with worry. I canât remember which medication we have in the house, and Iâm not sure what he needs. I need to call Noah as soon as possible. I need him to come look at Colton.
My heart breaks when I see Colton lying down on a row of seats outside the Deanâs office, covered in several blankets. âColt?â My voice is high-pitched, betraying the worry I feel.
He looks up, his eyes widening when he sees me. He sits up, and I try my hardest to calm my racing heart. Heâs pale, and heâs sweating.
âYou came to get me? Youâre here for me?â
I place my hand on his forehead, only to find him burning up. âOf course, my sweet boy. How could I not be here when you arenât well?â
He throws his arms around my neck, a sob escaping his lips. I tighten my grip on him and hug him back. âWhatâs going on, Colt?â I ask, my voice soft. âAre you hurt somewhere?â
He nods, and I pull away from him to check him over, my hands on his shoulders. âWhere, my love? Where does it hurt?â
He places his hand on his heart and looks into my eyes. âHere. It hurts here, Leia, because I missed you so much. I thought you left me because Mum came back.â
I swallow hard, trying my hardest to keep from crying. This boy⦠oh man. âIâm so sorry, Colt. Iâm sorry. I shouldâve explained to you that your mother would be taking you to school and picking you up, and that sheâd be looking after you. I shouldâve told you that itâd only be for a few weeks. I didnât explain properly, and Iâm sorry, Colt. I would never abandon you. Never.â
âDo you promise?â he asks, tears streaming down his cheeks.
I wipe them away with my thumbs and nod. âI promise. So long as your dad allows me to be in your life, I will be there.â
He nods and throws himself back at me, hugging me tightly. The two of us walk through the hallway like that, with Colt and I clinging to each other for dear life.
I almost wish the walk to the car was longer, so I wouldnât have to put him down. âCome on, my love,â I say, placing him in the passenger seat gently. He looks drowsy and exhausted. Itâs clear he needs lots of rest. His eyes droop as I buckle him in and I press a quick kiss to his forehead.
As I get behind the wheel, realization dawns. Iâm about to meet Thorâs ex-wife, and Iâm not sure Iâm ready. I certainly didnât expect to meet her under these circumstances.
I hesitate for a split second before calling Noah to request that he meet me at Thorâs house. I canât get my racing heart to calm. I need a doctor to look Colton over, and who better than my best friendâs husband?
Iâm nervous as I carry Colton toward the house, unlocking the door clumsily. My darling boy is heavier than he looks.
âAdrian! Youâre home already?â
I pause in the hallway, and so does the tall blonde dressed in nothing but a silk nightgown that barely covers her. Is that how sheâs been walking around the house this entire time?
âWho are you?â she asks, and irritation washes over me. Why isnât she rushing over to check up on Colton?
âLeia Sital,â I tell her.
âOh, the nanny,â she tells me, her eyes finally settling on Colton.
I ignore her and walk toward the staircase. âColton has a fever,â I tell her. âI picked him up from school.â
She follows me and watches as I put him to bed, making no effort to help me lift the covers.
âMake sure you cool him down,â she tells me. âUse a small towel and place that on his forehead, refreshing it every few minutes.â
I nod, even though her words make the hairs on my back rise. Sheâs the type of mother Iâve had to deal with many times as a nanny, but somehow I was hoping sheâd be different. âSure,â I tell her, struggling to push down my annoyance. What Colton needs is love, not a hands-off approach. He needs his mother, not his nanny. How can she stand there and withhold the love he so desperately needs?
I jump up when the doorbell rings and walk past her. She follows me down the stairs instead of staying to watch Colton, and my opinion of her plummets further.
Noah smiles at me reassuringly as I let him in. âHey,â he says, patting my head because he knows I hate it when he does that.
âExcuse me,â Alice says. âIâm going to have to ask you to leave. I donât allow unexpected strangers into my house.â
Noah glances at her and frowns. âGood thing this isnât your house, then, isnât it?â He glances at me and tips his head toward her. âWho is she?â
I purse my lips to suppress a smile and slightly shake my head, indicating not to rile her up. Noah is surprisingly good at getting on peopleâs nerves while acting clueless. Heâs the perfect match for Amara.
âThis is Dr. Noah Grant,â I tell Alice, smiling apologetically before turning back to Noah. âCan you please take a look at Colton?â
He nods and follows me, but Alice holds her hands up. âHold on. Youâre not seeing my son without my say-so. I donât care if youâre allegedly a doctor. I donât know you.â
I nod, understanding her stance, and grateful that sheâs finally looking out for Colton. Sheâs right, of course. She just met me, and though she might have heard of me, itâs unlikely sheâd have heard of Noah.
âLady, I donât even know who you are, but you arenât keeping me from checking up on my nephew.â
He walks past her, and I blink, realization dawning. How did I even forget? âHe, uh, heâs Amaraâs husband,â I explain. âAmara is Adrianâs cousin.â
She looks at me sharply. âI know who Amara is,â she snaps. Something about the way she looks at me doesnât sit well with me, but I dismiss it as I walk up the stairs.
âHeâs going to be okay, Leia. Honestly, when you called me, I thought the kid mustâve lost a leg or something. You were barely making sense, but itâs just a regular good old flu. Itâs going around right now. Give him plenty of fluids and plenty of hugs. Make sure you keep him cool too, but other than that, heâs fine.â
I breathe a sigh of relief and sit down beside Colton as Noah packs up his stuff and writes me a prescription. I push Coltonâs hair out of his face gently, and he smiles at me. âYou hear that?â I ask him. âUncle Noah says youâre going to be fine.â
He smiles at me and nods. âI knew that, Ley. Iâve been sick before, you know? Iâm not a kid anymore.â
I chuckle and nod. âYes, my little man. I hear you.â
Noahâs phone rings, and he sighs. âI need to take this, Ley. Amaraâs grandfather does not like to be kept waiting. Iâll see you later, okay?â He picks up his phone and winks at me before walking out.
âYou know what?â Alice says as soon as weâre alone again. âIâll take it from here. You can go home.â
Colton tenses and grabs my hand, his gaze pleading. âDonât leave, Ley,â he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. âYou promised.â
âColton,â Alice says, her tone admonishing. âDonât bother the nanny. We donât need her now that Iâm here, sweetheart.â
Colton bursts into tears, and I pull him into me, letting him bury his face in my hair. âDonât go,â he sobs, and I nod, tears filling my own eyes.
âDonât make him false promises,â she warns me. âJust go. Iâll take it from here.â
I shake my head. âNo. If he wants me to stay, Iâm staying. I wonât leave him. Not now.â
âExcuse me?â she says, her tone indignant.
âAlice.â I breathe a sigh of relief at the sound of Thorâs voice. âDidnât you hear her? If she said sheâs staying, sheâs staying.â