A Friendly Call From Uncle

Rowan.

"Here," Alessander said passing me a mug of tea, I mouthed a thank you to him as I took the mug off his hands. He sat next to me and adjusted the blanket he had dashed upstairs and hung over my shoulders.

To keep away the cold, he had me dress in normal clothes, then a long coat that danced at my ankles.

Rubbing my back he softly scolded, "You should really take better care of your health, I was worried when you suddenly went soft."

My face flushed with embarrassment at the memory of what had happened.

His voice even softer he asked, "Is it stress? Is there anything bothering you?"

Fuck! Why was he so considerate at times like these? Why couldn't he just be the usual asshole he was to me.

How do I even begin to tell him? What would I tell him? It was a mistake? I didn't mean to? If I had known she was your mother I would've aimed at somewhere else?