His Kiddos

Third of Four

Thomas seemed to be growing much too fast. Before I knew it, it was his first day of Middle School. I had still made myself a year older than my host while Logan remained his age. Seeing Logan so excited was amazing. Every time a new school year would come around, he'd be bouncing off the walls. This year was no different. I was woken up on the first day like I always was.

"Patton! Patton! Patton! Morality!"

I groaned, pulling my sheets over my head. "Logan.. I thought you didn't like coming in my room.."

"I will live," he insisted, pulling my sheets away from me. "Get up! Thomas is in Middle School! Which is three scho years away from High School! We're basically teenagers!"

I rolled my eyes fondly, taking my sweet time to get out of bed. "He's eleven, Logan. Still not quite close to being a teenager. I thought you would know this."

Logan's little face turned slightly pink as he huffed and grabbed me again. "Hurry. Up. Mother isn't going to walk us up in the morning anymore! We have to make sure Thomas wakes by his alarm! Or he'll be late. Tardy. Do you want that?!"

I chuckled, waving Logan off and began to get myself ready. He had ran off to make sure everything was ready. I got to the TWR just in time. The alarm clock went off and everything in Thomas' head pretty much clicked on all at once. Logan was already in his seat and waving for me to get into mine. Just as the screen began to turn on, I hopped into my seat and heard my all too familiar welcome.

"Welcome Morality"

Logan began pressing things and listing off school supplies as he urged Thomas to get himself prepared and dressed. I smiled, doing my part when needed. It was mostly just saying "Good Morning" to everyone and thanking Mom for breakfast when those times came, but still. Before I knew it, we were at our school. Here we go! This is gonna be great. As always, Thomas strolled into school with a grin.

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School went great. We met up with old friends, met some new ones, and met the teachers. But one thing kept playing in Thomas' head. One teacher had told us we could sign in for Theatre Club. And for whatever reason, Thomas signed up. It sounded fun. Logan only brought up it might be nice for future colleges to know we did this.

We showed up for the club after school the next day. It was.. crazy. Thomas loved it. We didn't do much, but the drama teacher was very enthusiastic and told us about all the plays and other things we would do. The other kids there were all really cool and Thomas made friends so easily. I don't think I've ever seen Thomas to happy. And that's saying something.

Something happened that night. Theatre Club was the last thing Thomas thought about when he went to bed. Logan immediately began reminding him about the other things about that day, mostly about the classes, but that didn't change Thomas' thoughts when he fell asleep.

Just before we went to get out of our chairs, a light clicked on. It was to my right, opposite of Logan. It was the same spotlight Logan and me- oops- Logan and I had. But it was red. This time, I knew what this meant. Or at least had an idea. While Logan began to question it, I spun around and hopped out of my chair.

"Patton? Patton- Patton where at you going?!" Logan called after me as I darted out of the TWR and towards our rooms.

I was right. Just as I had thought, there was a door to the right of Logan's. It was a deep, passionate red. Logan had managed to catch up, but I was already opening the door. What was inside shocked me.

Unlike how Logan and my rooms had started out, this room was full and almost alive. There were posters covering the walls. All Disney movies. Peter Pan. Beauty and the Beast. Cinderella. Sleeping Beauty. All of them! Shelves fulled of toys, dolls, other figurines. They were of horses, knights in metal (plastic painted silver) armor, etc. And so much more. It was.. crazy.

Logan walked in slowly behind me, trying to take it all in as well. My eyes landed on what I was looking for. A replica of Thomas' bed with a little figure laying in it.

"Who-"

I didn't pay attention to what Logan had said. I walked forward, seeing a little kid laying in it. Unlike Logan, this one looked just a little over a year old. He was asleep.

"Hey.." I whispered, unsure how to contain my excitement on seeing another member of our little family.

The little guy squirmed, his eyes opening as he yawned and squirmed again. I let out a squeak. It has been too long since I've seen Logan this size. This kid looked exactly like him. Well, we all looked exactly like each other so.. nevermind.

"Hi.. hey Kiddo..." I said, picking up the new kid with little struggle. I could have sworn I heard Logan mutter something about him being my "Kiddo" from next to me. I may have been mistaken.. But I doubt it.

The new kid was wearing this white suit with a golden design on one of his shoulders. He wore a red sash across his little body. He.. looked like a prince.

"Didney!" The little boy cried, pointing at one of the posters. I giggled, holding the little one on my hip. Logan adjusted his glasses, gazing at the boy with a strange look.

"Where did he come from?" Logan asked.

"I dunno!" I grinned, turning and carrying the little one out of the room. The little guy was much more talkative than Logan ever was. He babbled and squealed the few words he knew as he pointed to things in the room happily. Even if the words were "Didney", "Heresy", "Pince", and "Dagon Itch". Logan didn't seem to appreciate this babbles. I loved it. He sounded adorable. Even if it was hard to hold him since he was fussing so much.

I carried him into the TWR and set him under the new spotlight. The seat raised and lifted him up. The little guy let out a squeak and wiggled as the voice came through.

"Welcome Creativity"

"Creativity?" Logan frowned. "But Thomas was creative before he showed up.."

I just shrugged as the panel began to shift in order to give the new kid the buttons and things he needed to control Thomas. Just like with Logan and I, one glowed. The kid let out a little squeal and slammed his hand into it, actually he used both hands even if he really didn't need to, without hesitation.

"Roman"

"Roman.." Logan repeated slowly. "He's from Rome?"

"No silly," I poked Logan's nose. "That's his name!"

Roman continued to mash buttons, even if it was obvious nothing was going to happen.

"Hiya Roman!" I lifted the excited little guy out of his tiny seat and set him on the floor. "Welcome to.. Thomas!"

This is Roman. He's Thomas' Creativity, romantic and other fanciful thoughts and such. And he is Third of Four.