Ever close your eyes, and think about what could've been..
Could've been.

Patrick lugged the baby around, tired of the whiney and screaming toddler. He needed sleep, at least like, the small hour he’ll get. But Angel had been being stubborn and even Lolli’s swishing tail couldn’t calm him. Patrick wandered aimlessly, his grey eyes flicking and trying to find Rosa. Half of him wanted to dump Angel on her for some rest, piece and quiet. The other half wanted to be able to talk to Zoey without the baby trying to throw himself of something. And another half of him (because obviously he’s too cool to only have two halves) wanted to get this stupid kid out of his stomach, and look after it, WITHOUT having to worry about Angel eating something bad, or doing something stupid. Ugh, anyway, Patrick’s seeking Rosa out.

The boy sighs, his bare feet hitting the floor with an odd but steady rhythm. He’d had this kid inside him (he doesn’t want to believe that there will be more than one kid, coz that mean’s he’ll have 3 kids and he’s not even 17 yet…Oh wait, he’ll never be 17, riiiiight…) for well over the allotted time, and he’s afraid this odd waddle he’s picked up from being heavily pregnant will stay with him for, like EVER! And that would suck. In fact, that would epic suck! At the thought of being pregnant for the rest of his existence, electricity crackled over his skin, discharging at the wall and leaving a blackened scorch mark. The boy blushes, before scurrying away, hoping no one noticed. He seemed to have got away with it, and Paddy handed Angel over to Lolli, following her nose as they searched for Rosa.

After having gone outside, inside, around some corridors, and back to the main hall, Patrick finally sees her. He waddles forward, Lollipop growling next to him. She looked down on Rosa, before placing Angel in her arms.
I need you to look after Angel for a while. It won’t be long, and if you give him something shiny it distracts him for ages.
He sighed, looking at the small not quite a toddler, watching as he reached up his hands and batted and Rosa’s hair, giggling as it swing from his push.
Rosa.
He told her, smiling a teethy smile at her.

Patrick smiled slightly sadly, before looking at Rosa again.
And don’t bitch. I’ve looked after him for this past year or so, so now it’s your turn. And if I find you’ve just abandoned him somewhere…
Electricity crackled along his skin, small bursts flicking to the floor. Angel giggles, clapping his hands and reaching for it. Patrick knows he should leave, but something causes him to pause and wait. For what, he doesn’t know. But it honestly can’t be good. I mean, this is Rosa we’re talking about. Nope, defiantly can’t be good.