Fighting Family

5

Callum's POV

Our morning routine was perfect. It was quick and simple. We all woke up about the same time, had breakfast together, then all left within a few minutes of each other. It was perfect an practiced and I was happy to have it.

Now that we had more bodies to keep up with though it had become a bit harder. I hadn't thought this part though when we decided to take in the twins but they'd need somewhere to go while we were working. During the school year they'd be fine and could just come to the shop until someone else was ready to take them home but I wasn't about to let them stay home alone for 9 hours at a time by themself, especially when they just got here.

So now here I was, awake long before everyone else ready to get the twins up and figure out where they would be going for the day. Plus I knew Axel was going to fight me every step on of the way about this so I knew I needed the extra time.

I started in Weylyn's room first, knowing he would get up with little to no care about it but when I knocked on his door before before entering, my heart stopped when I saw his empty bed. The covers were slightly messed up but the rest of the room was spotless.

My eyes slipped to the closet, praying I wouldn't find my brother huddled in there like I used to find Carter back in the days of his mental breakdowns.

I was both relived and terrified when I opened the door and he wasn't there. All of his clothes were still there thank god so at the very least he probably hadn't run away but I was still nervous. All of us have had enough break downs to know that leaving the bed in the middle of the night was hardly every a good sign.

Both bathrooms were empty so I went across the hall to see if Axel was still here at least before completely letting myself panic.

My heart had been beating out of my chest up until the moment I opened Axel's bedroom door and revealed two heads peaking out of the covers. A breath of relief escaped me as I leaned against the door frame before knocking loud enough for the two of them to hear me.

Axel's head shot up before he started glaring daggers at me when he noticed the sun wasn't even up yet.

"Go the absolute fuck away," he spat as he laid down again and shoved his head farther into the pillow.

"Can't. We have to get ready and figure out where you're going today," I said as I stepped further into the room and began tapping Weylyn's feet, it had always been the easiest way to wake him up.

"We can stay here. Problem solved, let us sleep."

"You're not staying here by yourself. You don't know anyone around here for emergencies, no one is going to be home until at least 6, and I don't trust you in my new home alone. Need I remind you of the last time I left you home alone."

"That's not fair," Weylyn whined. "We we're 7. How were we supposed to know that stove top popcorn would catch on fire?"

"I told you not to touch the stove," I said with a small glare. "Get up, Carter will be making breakfast by now and you don't want it to be cold do you?" He groaned but did what he was told anyway, purposefully stepping on his brother as he got up to leave and get dressed.

"You know we could have gotten you bunk beds if you wanted to share a room," I said once Weylyn was gone. I knew he would just be embarrassed if I asked him about it but Axel would be honest with me about anything that would directly benefit his brother.

"We don't want to share a room," Axel said as he sat up when he noticed I wasn't going to leave until I saw him actually making an effort to get up. "It's just a new place and we've been sleeping in the same room for years now. He'll get used to it eventually."

"Let me know if you change your mind," I said before turning to leave so he could get dressed.

Downstairs Carter was moving around the kitchen like he had been cooking in there for his whole life. He moved effortlessly, making more than enough food for all of us before making his own plate and sitting down.