2p!Austria x Mom!Reader- Foster parent

Twelve

You weren't anticipating such a tiresome meeting once you got home. You had to search around in a frenzy for your "mom pants" as soon as you walked through the door, which almost became a close call. You were so hung over and embarrassed, you could hardly find the energy for it.

In your room, you stumbled to your attached bathroom to get in a quick shower before changing into softer, more comfortable clothes. The way the warm water cascaded over your dried, sticky skin almost had the power to reinvigorate you, but the pounding of your head overtook it. Even so, the shower felt refreshing nonetheless.

Afterward, you took an Advil and sunk into bed. Relaxed, clean, and anticipating pain relief, you had all of the elements to get you back to sleep.

That is, until your phone began to ring.

You cursed to hell whatever number had the audacity to call you after your long night as you grabbed and yanked your phone from the charger. When your eyes came across the name, your anger paused for a moment. You decided to answer.

"Hey, Lennie."

He chuckled a bit over the phone.

"What?"

"I just like hearing you call me Lennie like that."

You rolled your eyes. "You're so lame. Shut up."

You shifted from your side to your back and moved your hand over your face as you grumbled some sleep out of your voice and stared up to the ceiling. "What do you want? Are you following all of the rules in there? You're doing good, right?"

"I'm fine. I'm fine," he said and followed it with a light sigh. "It's...challenging, but I'm fine. Thanks for worrying about me."

"W-whatever."

"How are you, though? You know, with Roderich and all."

"Fine," you said. "The kid's a little angel. Haven't had a single problem out of him since you dropped him off."

"See? I told you! I knew you two would get along."

"Boy, shut yo stupid, naive ass up before I slap the shit out of you through this damn phone! The hell is wrong with you? Jesus! You know this kid hates me."

"I-I wouldn't say he hates you. He just doesn't know you too well."

"Shut up, Lennie."

"I'm sorry, (name). I shouldn't have even asked you to do this. I should have just waited for Drew, but after..." He paused and left those words to linger in the air. "Anyway, Drew's going to be home soon. She said she could take him for the rest of the time."

"Don't worry about it. Me and him have come to a little agreement. The two of us are just fine now."

"...Are you being sarcastic again?"

"Don't make me backhand sense into you."

"So...no?"

"We're fine, Lenard," you said and groaned. "I got him. I've dealt with worse than his snooty little attitude. I think I can handle him for seven more weeks. If he gets out of hand, I could always just drill the rebellion out of him."

"He's really fragile, (name)," he told you. "He's not built for all that training and military stuff."

"Just means he should break easier."

"S-seriously, (name). Please don't."

"You'd rather I just beat him?"

"No!"