2p!Austria x Mom!Reader- Foster parent

Two

The next morning, you awoke to the alarm on your phone blaring in your ears. You flinched then let out a loud, irritated grunt as you reached and slammed your hand down on your phone. Its vibration pattern shook your hand as you pulled the aggravating device down from the night stand and poked your finger around on the screen until you found the stop button to silence it.

You lifted your body up into a sitting position once it was quiet and rubbed your nose around with the heel of your hand, causing a long squealish sniffling sound to echo through the room whenever you stopped to take in a breath through your nose. You sighed and hopped onto your feet, and your hands went on to wipe and flick crust from your eyes so you could open them, then to ruffle around your messy bed hair.

A pair of your cats followed you out of the room and strutted off to the living room as you dragged to Gilligan's room across the hall from yours. You pounded your hand against the door three times before you walked a few feet over to hit the door next to it as well.

"Mornin'!" you shouted on your way to the kitchen.

When you made it to the steel double-bowl sink, you rolled up the long sleeves on your purple night shirt up to your elbow and washed your hands before getting to breakfast.

Eggs. You scrambled some eggs. Your boys were never too picky.

A few minutes after you dumped the last of the eggs onto a large plate with a paper towel, doors opened and shut in the hallway. You placed three— four— cups onto the table as the boys walked to the kitchen, but after a few seconds of thought, you picked one up and brought it into the kitchen with you.

"Morning, boys," you said as you opened up the refrigerator and heard the wooden legs of the dining room chairs screech across the floor.

"Good morning, mom," Gilligan said as he walked into the kitchen dressed in his oversized black tee-shirt and baggy navy blue night pants. "Do you need any help?"

You shook your head and closed the fridge. "Oh, no. I'm fine, sweetie. Thank you." You wrapped one of your arms around him as you said, "Go on and sit down at the table, okay?"

He leaned down to rest his head on your shoulder as you hugged him. You kissed his forehead. "Go sit. I'll bring your plate."

"Okay, mommy," he said and nodded his head against you a bit before he went off to the dining room.

You got to moving portions of the eggs from the big plate to smaller ones then brought them out to the table one at a time. First, you sat one of the saucers in front of Gil. "Eat all of your food, okay?" you told him. He nodded and picked up his fork.

You got the second plate and sat it in front of Roderich. He picked the seat across from Gilligan, and didn't say anything as you sat the food down. He didn't even bother with making eye contact. You stayed quiet as well, but stared at him for a few seconds before going back to the kitchen for the third plate.

You placed the food down in front of Lutz before you smacked the back of his head. "Put on a damn shirt, boy."

He gave a tired groan in response to you before shoving some food into his mouth.

You rolled your eyes before they went off across the table.

Roderich's plate was pushed off toward the middle of the table, untouched and with his fork rested across the top, as he scrolled and tapped at his cellphone.

"You're not going to eat?" you said to him.

"Not hungry," he said in an indifferent tone.

With lowered and equally apathetic eyes, you shrugged and went back to the kitchen. "Whatever, kid. If you're not going to eat, go get dressed."