Just us- SBI adoption story (Just me and him book 2)

Chapter 81: genius

Mumbo's POV:

Things had been hectic recently, for both myself and the Watson family. But a return to our normal Monday music lessons was nice and from the look on Phil's face when he opened the front door, much appreciated.

I took Tommy first and he was in a pretty fussy mood. No worries, I understood that sometimes everything just felt wrong. I gave him options, listening to me play, him playing or us looking through my big box of musical instruments together.

"Bur." He said, frowning as he leant further over the back of the sofa. I gently reached a hand out, pulling him back to sitting upright and keeping my hands on his knees to keep him focussed. I did not need to be responsible for Tommy falling off the sofa and cutting his head open. 

"What's bur Tommy?"

"Bur!" He said louder, pointing up at the house.

"You want Wilbur?"

He grabbed his iPad, "Wilbur."

"Alright then, good talking, do you want to come with me to see if Wilbur can come down?" He nodded and ran up to the house before I had the chance to follow.

"Hey Phil," I said a bit out of breath, Tommy was stood there pressing the 'Wilbur' button over and over.

"Hey, he wants Wilbur to come down?" Phil said, ruffling Tommy's hair.

"Yea, I don't know why but he does, would that be okay?"

"Uh, if he's not busy yea. Wilbur!"

"Yea."

"Can you come down for a second please?" He called up the stairs, turning round and bumping into Tommy who had followed him like a lost duckling without him realising. "Sorry about that mate," he crouched down and helped Tommy stand up.

Tommy held us hands up to Phil, iPad still laying on the ground. "Do you want to be picked up?" Phil asked, looking worried.

"Yea."

"Alright good talking, let's give it a go. I did tell you mate, you're getting big, I'm not going to be able to pick you up for much longer." Phil gave a grunt and held Tommy on his hip. "Good?"

"Yea."

"Alright then," he laughed and kissed Tommy's forehead, moving out the way as Wilbur came down the stairs.

"What?" There was a bit of attitude.

"Let's try that again," Phil said, not looking impressed.

"Sorry," Wilbur mumbled, "how can I help?"

"Tommy wants you for his music lesson, are you free?"

Wilbur immediately cheered up, "yea! Come on Tommy, let's go."

Phil went to put Tommy down on the floor, but the blond clung on to his shirt, whining. "You wanted Wilbur? He's coming with you. I can't come mate, I've got to make dinner."

"Yea." Tommy said sadly.

"Yea, I do. You weren't this talkative earlier huh, what's up?" Tommy pointed at the ceiling.

"Techno?" Tommy whined again and hit his head.

"Come on Tommy, I'll come play some music with you." Wilbur picked up the iPad and held out his spare hand for Tommy to take. "Come on, I'll play whatever you like."

Very reluctantly, Phil managed to pick Tommy off himself and send him back down the garden with me and Wilbur.

Tommy dragged Wilbur to the piano. "What song?" The elder asked, showing Tommy his Spotify playlist with all of his favourites.