Angus hadn't slept well. He had dozed off in his chair for a couple hours but that was about all the sleep he got. He couldn't settle, and he wasn't sure why. His mind felt like it was racing, and he couldn't find a reason for it. He had ended up sitting up, outside on the deck and writing Ruby a letter by the light of a candle, to tell her, somewhat briefly, about Cris and how they had ended up having to rescue him and bring him back and how Jessie had leaped at the chance to have a child. He figured Jessie would do okay with it, even if he did have a lot to learn. He hadn't sent it until near seven because he didn't want to wake her. Switzerland was an hour ahead, so he sent it at seven because it would be eight am there.
He had long made coffee, a fruit salad, and some Scottish oatmeal with muscovardo sugar and some cinnamon and had set the oatmeal to stay warm with an enchantment. He'd actually even made lunch for all four of his teens and had them packed in brown bags and sitting in the fridge. He wouldn't do it every day for them, but he knew how they would be rushing on their first day on the job. Now, with the letter finished and sent, he had let Finn outside and had fed him breakfast and was on his third cup of coffee, and his fourth cigarette, when Marcus came downstairs.
"Your bed hasn't been slept in," Marcus said. "Did you sleep all night in your chair again?"
"Nah. Couldn't sleep," Angus said.
"Didn't you take your potion?"
"I fell asleep right enough without it but I was awake two hours later and couldn't go back to sleep. I did try," he sighed.
"What kept you up?"
"Racing thoughts about absolutely nothing," he said.
"I've had those nights," Marcus said. "They stink."
"They certainly do," Angus said. "There's coffee and fruit and oatmeal this morning."
"Perfect. Sounds great. Shall I help you dress first?"
"No, no. Enjoy your coffee. I'm going to smoke. Ruby's not here to stew about it, so I'm going to enjoy the cigarettes while I can."
"She does worry about that, doesn't she?"
"She doesn't like any vices, I don't think," Angus replied.
"Well, we all have them in some form or another. It's part of being human. Did Cris' parents' selling him out to the authorities remind you of your own parents' selling you out?" It hadn't been something Angus had really considered but now he looked at Marcus.
"Maybe. I hadn't thought of it in those terms, but maybe you're right," he said.
"Well, it was essentially the same thing. So, what's on the schedule?"
"All the kids are working--their first day on the job, so, if Edward and Simone will watch the baby, I might go into London for a bit."
"Okay. What's the mission?"
"A kid that has next to nothing," Angus said. "He's got clothes now, but a bored seven year old can be a real pain in the butt. He needs things to do indoors and outdoors both, and right now, Jessie and Yulong need all the help they can get. Yulong didn't grow up British, and Jessie has his hands full trying to do just some of the basics with a kid that he has a language barrier with. He'll get it but it might take him a few days. Right now, they're playing charades."
"Well, I can guarantee you that since I have three boys of my own, my parent's attic has toys, storybooks, and some other things that my boys have outgrown. My youngest boy is eleven, so I know there are things there that are more age appropriate for Cris than for them. There used to be a boy's bike up there, some balls, a couple kites, some rollerblades, and heaven only knows what else. We could go empty some things out of there for Cris...."
At that moment, both boys came dashing down the stairs, dressed and almost in a panic.
"Where's the fire?" Angus asked.
"We have to be on the job in 30 minutes. We haven't eaten, packed a lunch..." Sam started.
"Calm," Angus said. "Breakfast is on the counter. Help yourselves, and, just this once, I packed a lunch for each of you. It's in the fridge."
The boys flung open the fridge to get their lunches as the girls came into the kitchen. Victor handed a lunch bag to each girl.
"Lunch. Dad packed. You're welcome," Victor told them. All four of them tucked into breakfast hastily.
"We won't be done til five," Sam told Angus, as if Angus wasn't aware of dayshift hours. "You gonna be okay by yourself with the baby?"
"Yes. I'll be fine," Angus said.
"And don't sit and smoke all day. Ruby'll have a fit."
"Ruby's not here, so just chill," Angus laughed. "Besides, the last I knew, I was old enough to have a cigarette."
"When did he go to acting like your son to acting like your father?" Marcus teased.
"Overnight, apparently," Angus laughed.