2p!Austria x Mom!Reader- Foster parent

Twenty-Two

That night, you stayed in your room, laid out on your bed. You couldn't help but let your mind wander. If it were Lutz who came back home beat up like that, your number one worry would be if the other kid was still breathing. Your boys knew how to defend themselves if nothing else. Even though Gilligan would rather not fight anyone, he could protect himself, and Lutz would be more than willing to punch somebody in Gil's place.

Unfortunately, the same rules didn't apply to Roderich. Even now, Lutz seemed indifferent towards him, and Gilligan was so gentle, you couldn't imagine him initiating a fight by himself without crying and flinching to the point where the other person didn't take him seriously anymore.

Drew walked into your room. "What are you still doing here?" she asked.

You sighed and continued to stare at the ceiling. "That poor boy."

"Are you talking about Roderich? He's fine. The swelling's even gone down. He's in there making beats right now."

"Still."

"You're thinking too hard on it," she said. "Don't you have a date?"

"I'm just not feeling up to it right now."

"What? (name), you're letting this have too much of an effect on you right now."

"No, no. It's not just that. I have work in the morning too. I should get some sleep."

"Bring a change of clothes with you."

You laughed. "No, thanks. It's fine. I already text him."

She grumbled in dissatisfaction as she dragged her feet over to the bed. She bent over and placed her hands down on the covers. "Well, where am I supposed to sleep now?"

You smiled as you turned your head to her and shrugged. "Sleep where you slept last night."

"You're here, though."

"So?"

"You know I have a rule to not sleep with girls in relationships."

You giggled and flipped onto your side. "Shut up and bring your fine ass to bed."

"Don't provoke me! It's not nice!"

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Drew groaned as her eyelids began to push open. She glanced at the window. Her brain woke her up earlier than she would have liked. Drew had to get through at least four more pages today to stay on schedule with her deadlines, and she was not looking forward to it. She wanted to get as much sleep as possible, but that now seemed unlikely.

Her eyes drifted down to her chest where your head laid. Your sleeping form took gentle breaths in and out. She petted your hair.

Her mind wandered through old memories of when you lived together. Drew did her best to support you and the boys for those two years in her little eight hundred square foot three bedroom apartment she rented. It seemed big for one person, but with three more bodies added, it got a little cramped. Gilligan was only two and loved being around the baby, so he didn't mind sharing a room with Lutz so Drew could keep her studio.

Drew loved you more than anything— more than her art, but art was work, which you hated. Drew couldn't stop drawing even if she wanted to. It was the only thing she knew how to do to make money. Back then Drew thought you'd just get used to the fact that she couldn't be around as much as you wanted, but she also hadn't considered the factor of how much Lenard could have fucked up your overall stability in the three years you were together.

You couldn't stand when Drew would leave the house. Being gone for longer than two days was a no-go for you. She understood that for the most part; Lenard did cheat on you with at least three different women. But as Drew got busier and busier and started to spend countless hours in the claustrophobic little guest room she called a studio; she didn't expect that you'd get as lonely as you did. It got to the point where you cried in her arms one night, begging her not to go back in there.