2p!Austria x Mom!Reader- Foster parent

Twenty-Six

Drew woke up the next morning and felt around the bed for your body but all she grasped were sheets and covers.

She let out heavy morning grumbles as she forced her eyes open. "(name)?"

The only response Drew got came from her cellphone vibrating and buzzing on your nightstand to wake her up. She sat up and rubbed the rest of the sleep out her eyes to glance around the room. You weren't here. The bathroom door was open, so you weren't in there either.

Drew threw on a shirt and some shorts and ventured off to the dining room. There, she found you and Roderich.

You observed the healed cuts on his cheek then touched his nose a few times. He didn't seem to flinch.

"Do you still feel sore?" you asked him.

"Not really."

You hopped up. "Perfect!"

"You guys are up pretty early," Drew said.

"She freaking woke me up a couple of minutes ago!" Roderich said and glared in your direction as you skipped to the far short end of the rectangular table.

You nodded with a large smile taking up your face. "Uh-huh! I wanted to make sure you were back and feeling at a hundred percent!" you sang.

You pulled on the table, and it screeched against the floor as you dragged it away from the chairs.

"The hell are you doing?" Roderich asked.

"Moving the table out of the way!" you said as you turned into the kitchen. You pulled the table until the door leading out of the galley kitchen to the backyard touched your back.

Roderich and Drew stood in the doorframe of the kitchen with dumbfounded faces as they watched you huff and climb over the long table to get out. All of the noise even brought out Lutz and Gilligan.

"M-mama," Gil mumbled. "W-what's with all this?"

"Gilligan!" you cheered as you jogged over to hug the boy. "Mama's baby! Good morning, sweetie."

Gilligan hugged you back and smiled. "Morning, mommy."

Lutz grunted and rolled his eyes. "Why'd you move the table into the kitchen? Where am I supposed to eat now?"

"Oh, that?" You broke away from Gilligan and began to move the chair backs to the walls to make more room. "It's only for a little while. I have a proposition for Roderich and needed some space."

"For me?" Roderich said and pointed to himself. "What?"

"Yes!" you chirped and clasped your hands together by your face as you tilted your head. "How would you like to leave right now? Right this very second!"

"Thank god! Finally!"

"Yup. You can go in there and pack up all of your things and leave with Drew as soon as you're done," you told him. "If! You accept this offer. You can leave with Drew today if you beat Gilligan in a fight."

"W-what?" Gilligan choked on the word.

Roderich laughed so hard, he nearly fell out.

Gilligan quickly shook his head and grabbed your arm as his lip began to quiver. "I-I can't f-fight. N-not Roderich. I-I...I-I dont—"

"Aww, baby." You combed your fingers through his hair. "You don't have to hurt him. All you have to do is make him tap out. You can do that."

Roderich tried to use the wall to stay up, but he found himself on his knees, clinching his sides from too much laughing. "O-oh, my god! I-I can't! I can't! Stop. Stop, it hurts."