Spooky Month - Sweet Dreams AU

Chapter 2 - Keep And Control

  Samson's eyes were so focused on his uncle's eyes, however no thoughts were passing through his mind. He doesn't even know what to do, so he just stays quiet and doesn't move at all. Frank notices how late it is, so he knew Samson needs to sleep. There is a problem: Samson doesn't have a bed, and it is too late for Frank to buy and build one. So, Sam had to sleep on the couch. Frank sighs and pats Samson's head.
  "Kid, this won't be a really good night, but this is the only place you have to sleep on."
  Samson seems to doesn't mind, as he laughs at what his uncle said; Frank is not sure if his nephew understood what he heard, or if he doesn't understand a word he is saying.
  *The hell his laughing means?* - Frank thinks to himself. - *Guess he doesn't mind sleeping in the couch, then...*
  Frank makes a gesture to indicate Samson to stay on the couch, and then he goes upstairs; he starts to search for a blanket for Samson, since the ones Sam has weren't really the good ones for sleeping. Once he finds a blanket, he goes back to Sam and covers him with it. Samson seems to be very comfortable with that blanket, and also it seems that he trusts his uncle. Well, Sam had no choice after all; it was his uncle or dead in this situation.
  *I will have to buy some stuff for this kid. A cradle, baby food... diapers... oh, I'll have to clean his shit, isn't it...?* - Frank realises as he thinks. - *God, stupid Frederic! Such an asshole!*
  Frank looks to Samson who was almost falling asleep, and he sighs with sadness as he thinks of doing the... dirty job. He totally hates this responsibility, but he is still trying to look at the positive side of it. Frank takes notes of what he needs to but for Samson. He doesn't want to add and buy many stuff, so he notes only the essential... but what could "essential" mean to Frank? Guess it wasn't many stuff if looking to his notes.
  *What bothers me is that those two didn't give me any money to buy the essential stuff to this kid.* - Frank thinks to himself a little mad. - *Frederic really thinks that I can do EVERYTHING all by myself, doesn't he? And I am not going to even talk about Dina; she already thinks she's better than me. Horrible parents. Stupid couple. Assholes.*
  As Frank thinks about this stuff, he was taking his last notes. He goes check if Samson was sleeping, and it seems that wasn't a big problem; Sam is sleeping like an angel on a fluffy cloud.

  *They really don't deserve you, Samson.* - Frank thinks to himself again, while looking at Samson, now a little sad, realizing the horrible parents he has. - *I'll give my best to be better than Frederic. To be better at least in this! Oh, and... yeah, guess I will give my best to be a good uncle.*
  Frank gives some head pats on Samson very carefully, and then he leaves the living room and goes upstairs to sleep as well. Some minutes pass, and he is ready to sleep; however he may be thinking about his new life with his nephew. He has no idea what kind of things he could do now that he has a familiar company, a company that the only thing he knows how to do is taking little steps and laugh for no reason. Plus, Frank has no idea how he is going to hide his dirty work from Sam. Everyday he goes to his white van and drives around the town, looking for lost kids. However, he doesn't take care of those kids like he will be taking care of Samson. It is something less safe... something that Frederic and Dina, and of course Samson surely don't know about. Frank will make sure to keep that as a secret and hope Sam never finds out about it.
  In the middle of the night, Frank wakes up with a kid crying; of course it would be Samson. He goes downstairs to see what is happening, but nothing was around or visibly bothering Sam.
  *Why is he crying? Didn't they tell me he was a calm and quiet kid?* - Frank asks to himself, bothered with Samson's crying. - *What happened, did he pooped or something?*
  Frank tries to check if Samson is dirty, but there wasn't any gross smell or any dirty stain. So, he gets confused, and doesn't understand what is bothering Samson... Until he finally realises.
  *Oh, I think I get: he isn't used to sleep on the couch. Little dude, I don't have a cradle or even a bed for you; you'll have to deal with it. Only tonight.*
  Frank also sees that Samson doesn't have his pacifier, so he starts to search for it. He opens Samson's bag which has Sam's things, and his pacifier was there, so he grabs it and puts on Samson's mouth carefully. With that, Samson slowly stops crying and starts to suck his pacifier... and after some seconds, he was finally starting to fall asleep.
  *I don't ever want to hear his crying again, for God's sake.* - Frank thinks. - *Your parents are a disgrace, Samson, a disgrace. I can do this shit better than them!*
  So, while mumbling with anger, Frank goes back to his bedroom, to sleep in peace, with no crying.
  The next morning, Frank wakes up as usual for him. It seems that he forgot that Samson was living with him now, since when he arrived to his living room, he was surprised, for a second, to have a kid there. But then he remembers, of course. He looks at Sam, as he also looks at his uncle, and Frank starts to wonder how old he is, since he never asked that.
  "Can you drink non breast milk? Uh... how old are you, little dude?" - Frank asks Samson, but of course he wouldn't answer him. - "Let me ask your father or mother."
  Frank grabs his phone and searches for Frederic's or Dina's number... but he doesn't have their numbers saved.
  "Oh, yeah..." - Frank realises as he looks to his contact list. - "I deleted their numbers; I thought it wouldn't be useful. Hm, did your stupid mother put your documents on the bag?"
  Frank checks Samson's bag and he finds his documents, fortunately. He reads it with attention, and he gets the answers he wants.
  "Born on 18th of August... we are in June, so you can drink non breast milk. Thank goodness." - Frank says out loud. - "Okay, little dude, are you up to go to the market to buy your stuff?"
  Samson smiles at his uncle and claps his hands for a second, and Frank took that as a "yes". So, Frank prepared Sam; put clean clothes on and brush his hair. And after Frank ate his breakfast, he brushed his and Samson's teeth. And they leave Frank's house and go towards his van, Sam on his uncle's arms. Frank fortunately has a chair for Samson, so he placed on his seat on the van, and then sits Sam there and tighten his belt.
  "Welcome to my van, kid. Now, let's go to the market." - Frank says to Samson.
  Frank drives his van, as Samson looks at the road, admiring every single detail of the town. They arrive the market and Frank buys what he wrote on his notes: the essential. After some minutes, he was done, and they go back home, so Frank could start build Samson's cradle and tidy up everything else.
  Frank sits Samson on the couch as soon they get inside the house. He turns the TV on, so Samson would be entertained while Frank takes care of his stuff. He has an empty room on his house; it only has a closet and a desk, so that room will be Sam's bedroom from now on. Frank decides to start building the cradle and the bed, so he wouldn't have to build the bed few years later. Samson's bedroom doesn't have a lot of things for now, once Frank gets some more money, he would buy few toys for Samson.
  After building the cradle and the bed, Frank unpacked Samson's bag and placed everything according to his willing. Finally, many hours later, Sam's bedroom was done. And so, Frank goes downstairs to check what Samson was doing. It seems that he didn't move all morning, but he surely was hungry.
  "Alright, little dude, you finally have a bedroom." - Frank says happily to Samson. He was clearly tired from all that work.
  Samson probably didn't understand anything, but he smiles to his uncle. And right after that, Sam points to his belly, trying to tell Frank that he was hungry.

  "Are you hungry?" - Frank asks. - "I have food for you here. Let me take you to the kitchen."
  Frank holds Samson on his arms and sits him on a basic chair; Samson seems to be okay with that though. Frank puts a bowl on the table, inside it there was baby food. He gives Sam his food right into his mouth, taking Sam's time. Samson was tasting the food, and he was liking it, so that job was the easiest one for Frank right now. Sam ate everything, with pure satisfaction.
  "Well, I must say... You aren't that bad." - Frank admits. - "I wish there was more calm kids like you, y'know? I am glad to be your uncle, I guess."
  "Un... Unc..." - Samson tries to speak, but later he gives up. Although, Frank got a little happy to see that Sam almost said the word uncle.
  "With time you get there. Choose your first word very carefully, little..." - Frank stops and starts to sniff. A gross smell was bothering his nostrils. - "Samson, did you pooped...?"
  Samson begins to laugh and he even nods, admitting that he did that.
  "Oh, good Lord..."
  A long day will pass by, but Frank surely will think that everything will be worth it, since he is the one who is going to educate Samson... in his own special and totally different way. He wants... and will be better than Sam's parents.