From Cleaving. I got about 500 words written this weekend, and did some more research…I’ll be taking some creative license as I blend actual events with the story…oh well.
“Daddy!”
Zach looked up from the script he was marking to see Chris approaching, carrying Nathan, who was squiggling like a fish to get down.
“Well if it isn’t my two favorite boys!” Zach said, nodding to Tobias, the assistant director who had given him the shoot sequence for next week.
Tobias closed his script and retreated, saying, “Have a good weekend, Zach,” just as Nathan plowed into his legs.
“Hey Little Man,” Zach said, bending down to scoop Nathan up. “How long have you guys been here? We ran a little late.”
“Not long,” Chris said, placing a hand on Zach’s waist and giving him a quick kiss. “But we caught the last scene. It’s looking good. I didn’t think you were filming the argument until next week.”
“We’re ahead of schedule. My scenes really clicked today,” he said, grinning at Chris because it felt so good to be acting again…and Chris seemed happy being a stay-at-home dad between his own projects. “Things are going smoothly and the argument uses the same set we were already on. By knocking it out today, we’re able to move to Sound Stage 2 next week. In fact, I’m getting Monday off because they’re shooting Rhys’ scenes first. So I get a long weekend.”
“Daddy sad?” Nathan asked.
“No, Little Man. My character was upset, but I’m happy. I was just pretending for the camera.”
“Nat’an shhh,” Nathan said, putting his finger over his lips.
Zach grinned and put his arm around Chris. “Did you have to be quiet in the sound stage?” he asked Nathan, starting toward his dressing room.
“Nat’an good. No talking.”
“You’re a pro,” Zach agreed. “I’ll just get out of my costume and makeup, and then we can head out. Did you guys pick out a movie for tonight? Is the pizza dough made for Nathan’s Home Pizzaria? You didn’t get dough on the ceiling again, did you?” he asked, nuzzling Nathan’s neck and making him giggle.
“No pizza,” Nathan squealed, squirming away and hiding his neck.
“No pizza? Change of plans?” he asked, turning back toward Chris.
“Yeah. Well, maybe,” he said, motioning to Zach’s dressing room.
Zach was immediately alert. If Chris wanted privacy for this conversation…
Once the door was closed behind them, he asked, “What’s up?” setting Nathan down so he could scamper over to the pile of children’s books on the small sofa in the corner of the room.
Chris rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, if you’re up for it — not too tired — we should head over to Children’s Hospital.”
“Children’s Hos… what happened? Is Luca okay?”
“Fine. Everyone’s fine. Well, not everyone, but I shouldn’t have led with that.” He took a deep breath and pulled out his phone. “I got a call this afternoon. From the County.”
Oh. Oh.
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