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"He sang. We walked. We talked. We had a really good time."
"That's so romantic!" Sabrina exclaimed dramatically around a mouthful of pancakes.
"Oh hush up, Sabrina. It's not like that. And don't talk so loud. Santana's still sleeping."
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm getting a head of myself. You're not ready to admit it yet."
"Admit what?"
"You like him," Sabrina said matter-of-factly.
"I'll admit it. I kind of like him a little," she said lowly, "but I barely know the man. And I can't like him too much. I'm m--."
"Married. I know. I've heard that song and seen that dance before, and frankly I'm tired of it," Sabrina said hotly. "Get it through your thick skull. This happy home, perfect marriage, wonderful husband shit does not exist. Not with Jeremy."
"Damnit Sabrina. Don't you think I know that? Don't you think I wake up every frickin' morning and wish I could redo it all? I love Santana with all my heart, but I wish I'd never met his father. This is my life, Sabrina. I get beat..."
"Hal, I--"
"No. Day in and day out I get beat. You don't have to tell me how ridiculously unhappy my life is every time you get the chance. You're supposed to be my friend, Sabrina."
"I am your friend, Hal. I've been there. I've been there since the beginning. I'm the one you came to the first time he hit you. I'm the one who was there when you found out you were pregnant. I was there for you. I will always be there, but I hate this. I hate him. When you and little guy hurt, I hurt. I love you like you were family. I hate reminding you how shitty your life is all the goddamn time, but if that's what it takes to get through to you, then that's what I'm gonna have to do. You're married? You think that's what he tells all those girls he's messing around with? I can't 'cause I'm married? Please, Hal. Wake up."
"You watch your language. My son's in there," Hal said angrily, pointing down the hall to Santana's room.
"My language?" Sabrina scoffed. "I'm sure he's heard everything under the sun thanks to his daddy. Do you hush him?"
"Sabrina, I'm tired, okay? I'm gonna go lay down with Santana. When you leave, lock the door," she said calmly.
"See? That's exactly what I'm talking about, Hal. This," she said gesturing with her hands. "You not standing up for yourself. Always being calm while people talk shit to you," she said to Hallee's retreating form.
"And now you're walking away. Go ahead. Walk away from me! But you won't walk away from the one you need to walk away from, huh?!"
Hallee slammed the door. She didn't mean to. She was just angry. She didn't mean to wake Santana.
"Mommy?" he said, blinking groggily with uncertainty in his voice and eyes. "You okay? Is Daddy here?"
"Mommy's okay, sweetheart. And no, Daddy's not here."
"Oh," he said in a calmer voice before drifting back to sleep.
Outside, Sabrina opened the door and peeped into the room before walking all the way in.
"Hal. I'm sorry if I upset you, okay? But I'm not sorry for what I said because it's true and it's what I feel. I love you, understand? Call me when you feel like talking to me again."
She kissed Santana on his chubby cheek and walked out, quietly shutting his door behind her.
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Santana was persistent. He wanted to visit the music room, and he'd be damned if that wasn't what he was going to do. After begging and pleading, and shedding a few tears, Hallee caved. Besides, some of what Sabrina had lectured her about, clicked.
"Mommy! Mommy! Look! Drums!" Santana said, tugging on Hallee's arm frantically. "Can I play them, please?"
"Santana. I don't know. I don't want you to break anything. This equipment looks expensive."
"It's fine. Go ahead, little man. Beat your little heart out," Lucas encouraged.
"Yay!" Santana cried, running over to the shiny drum set.
She'd called Lucas and they'd talked, and he invited her and Santana to his music room at the center.
They both smiled and watched as Santana beat on the drums and symbols until he got bored with them, then he ran to grab a tambourine.
"He's having the time of his life right now," Hallee said.
"Yeah. He can come by anytime he wants."
"That's sweet. Thanks," Hallee said, giving Lucas a smile.
"No problem, Hal. Like I said, I grew up with music. My mom made sure of that."
"Did she sing too?"
"She did. She sang a lot until she got sick."
"I'm sorry."
"Nah. I'm sure she's singing in heaven now. She died of cancer a while back. She was a good woman. A good mother."
"I'm sure she was. She did a good job with you."
"Yes, she did. Taught me a lot of things. She was very loving. You remind me of her."
"Thanks, I guess," she said quietly.
"No problem."
Lucas offered to take Santana and Hallee to lunch. She told him no a gazillion times, but when she saw the frown on Santana's face, she accepted. They went to a little diner to appease Santana. The waitress walked over and asked for their order.
"Do you know what you want, Santana?" Hallee asked.
"Yes, but I want to tell her."
They all smiled and waited for him to order.
"I want pizza," Santana said happily kicking his feet.
"Aww, I'm afraid we don't have pizza baby."
"What do you have, then?"
"We have lots of stuff."
"You don't have pizza, though," Santana quipped.
"No, we don't, but we have yummy sandwiches."
"Yay. I like sandwiches, almost as much as I like chips."
"Sandwich it is, little fella. And you ma'am?"
"I'll take a sandwich, too. Thank you."
"You don't have to get a sandwich Hal. You can get anything on the menu you want."
That was something Hallee hadn't heard before. On the rare occasion that Jeremy and Hallee did go out, he always ordered for her. Hell, he spoke for her too.
"Thank you Lucas, but a sandwich is fine. I'm not really all that hungry anyways."
"Okay."
Lucas had so many questions to ask Hallee. Sabrina had just given him the big picture: Hallee was unhappily married to a man who abused her. Lucas still didn't understand it though. Hallee was beautiful. She could have any guy she wanted, yet she chose to stay with a man who mistreated her.
It didn't matter how long it took, though. He'd wait for her. Eventually, she would be his, and he would treat her like the princess she truly was.
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