Wilby

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⚠TRIGGER WARNING⚠
      mention of death

Will POV

I decided to sleep in Tommy's room that night. After what happened, I couldn't really sleep. I sat in the rocking chair in the room. Mom loved sitting on the chair while knitting and humming. She would knit a lot of stuff like scarves and beanies, some sweaters and blankets. I let my thoughts just run around my head. I'm really mad at dad. He was supposed to be here for us, we were supposed to be a family, he's supposed to be here for Tommy, to see him grow and take care of him, he's supposed to be here for me. I shake my head to get my mind off things and soon fall asleep with a blanket over me.

I woke up and checked the clock and it was 9 am, I know it won't be long till Tommy would wake up so I should probably start making him a bottle for when he woke up. I go down to the kitchen and get a bottle ready for him. I hear Tommy starting to cry. I quickly put the bottle in the microwave to heat up and head upstairs to get Tommy. Once I pick him up I hold him close to me while making an attempt to calm him down. After a bit of me humming a small tune and rocking him, he stops crying and starts giggling looking up at me. I smile at the adorable sight. I use a hand to wipe the tears from his face from earlier earning a small giggle. I make my way back down to the kitchen with Tommy in my arms.

Hearing the microwave beep as I get to the bottom of the stairs, I walk into the kitchen and grab the bottle, shaking it up a bit, before I start feeding the little boy in my arms. while I do I walk to the couch and sit down while letting my head wonder a bit. Before Tommy was born and Phil would leave with Techno. At those times I would have a small schedule for myself to follow while they're gone but now I have more responsibilities from taking care of Tommy as well. Yeah, I would take care of Toms from time to time but I won't know what I would do if he gets sick or anything like that.

I place Tommy on the couch and turn on the tv putting on a children show. I then start making breakfast for myself while also making sure Tommy won't hurt himself if he moves around.

After eating I washed the dishes and place them to dry. There's nothing much to do here. Dad, Techno, and I cleaned the house yesterday, they probably planned their trip before so they wouldn't leave with the house a mess. I did laundry the day before but should do it this weekend. I don't have many friends to hang out with this early in the morning. There is someone who, at times, takes care of me when Phil leaves but not much because he has a wife and a kid I think at least 9 months old named purple.

I sit back down next to Tommy and see he fell asleep again. I pick him up holding him in my arms and leaning back onto the couch. I'm just a kid, mom isn't here to help me anymore. I miss her so much. I didn't want her to leave. I loved her, she was the only one who stayed and would make me happy when I was upset when dad left. We would stay up late baking cookies or brownies and some nights we would play music and dance. I would help with laundry, cleaning, and cooking so I know how to. She would teach me how to sew and a little guitar. I just wish she was here to help me with Tommy.

I didn't realize I was crying until I felt Tommy move a bit from a tear falling on him. I gently wipe it off of him holding him closer. I love my brother, I really do, and wouldn't trade him for the world. I just wish I didn't have to do this alone.

I change the channel and begin watching YouTube on the TV until I hear a knock on the door. I pause it and get up with Tommy in my arms making my way to the door. Part of me hoped it was dad and Techno but knowing how many things they packed, they wouldn't be here for a good month or few. I looked through the peephole to see him. I open the door with a smile on my face.

"Punz!"

"Hey Will, I see Tommy woke up a bit. Could we come in?"

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