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Chapter 60

November 13th

Grayson- 30 weeks

Atlas's POV

Any week now. I can't focus on anything. Literally anything. I've gotten Ash to talk... well look at me actually. Papa on the other hand he's stressed, not doing well.

I take my pillow off of the bed and hit myself in the face with it. "Okay, I'm going" I throw the pillow back down standing from my bed. Turning back to my bed I back sit down groaning. "Going now" I repeat ready this time. Stopping I put my head on the door. "Now?" I manage to squeak out.

"I need to stop talking to myself" I groan into my hands. "Fuck it! I'm going!" I grab the door nob, yanking my door open. I walk the few doors down to Papa and Dad's room.

Raising my fist violently, I knock gently shifting my weight as I wait patiently for an answer. "Come in!" Papa shouts and I open the door closing it behind me.

He doesn't really acknowledge me as he cheers on my brother who was now sitting up against Papa's leg.  "Yes, look at you getting so strong"  he coos tickling Grayson's stomach.

The baby giggles silently before looking over at me. "Uh," the baby lets out a tiny noise pointing to me. Papa finally looks over to me as my mouth goes dry.

"Hey buddy" he smiles his face trying to hide his sadness. "Hi" I return the same sad smile walking over to him. I sit next to Papa, while he stares at me with a confused expression not sure what to do.

"Uh" The baby repeats and we both look over at him. He was making grabby hands towards me and I looked over to Papa. "Go ahead, there's nothing wrong with you holding your brother he smiles.

I stretch over and grab the smiley baby. "Hello, little Gray-Gray" I sing kissing his stomach before putting him in my lap. "Baby, did you come in here for something?" Papa asks as I look over to him.

My hands holding Gray's chubby little arms. I dance them around his mouth open with a big smile. "Am I not allowed to come hang out with my lovely Papa" I smile. He gives me a knowing look and I sigh.

"I want to make sure you don't hate me" I mumble poking Gray's cheek not wanting to make eye contact with him.  "You don't think I hate you? Do you?" He asks his voice cracking. I didn't know what to say because I didn't actually have an answer.

Did I think that... no of course I didn't.  I knew he loved me. He was just disappointed and mad. "Atlas" his voice is stern as I continue to play with the baby in my lap.

All he had was his diaper on. So, I drummed my fingers on his stomach. Grayson laid back on my legs reaching up to grab at me.  "Atlas!" Papa calls for me his voice louder this time.

"No... I don't actually think that" I groan looking away again. "I'm so sorry" he mumbles his hand going to my shoulder. "I don't hate you... every time I look at you I just imagine the worst" he groans rubbing his eyes.

I stand holding Gray to my chest. He sticks out his tongue while pulling at my hair. "I love you" I smiled kissing his head before placing him on the bed.  Going back over to Papa who was staring at me with a broken heart, silent tears streaming down his face.

I put my hand out for him and he grabs it shakily while I pull him up. He's so short. Papa stands there shivering for a minute before jumping into me sobbing.  "I don't want you to do it, can't I just do it for you" he sobs as I rub his back reassuringly.

"No papa you've got a family to take care of" I laugh. "Don't say that like you're not coming back!" He shouts pushing away from me. I put my hands up and he immediately hugs me again. "You're going to win and come back home, you're going to be the perfect brother you are and we're going to force your boyfriend's parents to cook us a nice dinner" he giggles the last part as I drop my head laughing as well.