2p!Austria x Mom!Reader- Foster parent

Thirty

Your old, worn-out out bed was nothing but pure bliss once your exhausted body finally crash landed on top of it. Your entire body was overheating, tired physically, mentally, and emotionally. After you made dinner and left a plate on the coffee table for Roderich, who was knocked out by six thirty, you could finally get off of your feet and stop thinking so much.

That's what you were hoping for, anyway. So much had happened. You weren't a fan of boot camp; you didn't like working the boys like that, and watching Roderich struggle just hurt your heart, but you couldn't standby and let him get punked for the rest of his life due to lack of physical strength.

You sighed as your eyes wandered the ceiling. That poor boy. You had no idea he had witnessed Lennie overdose. That must have been terrifying for him. No wonder Lenard called you. No one ever knew when Drew was gone or when she'd be back, and he needed to act fast. You were the only other person close to him that he could trust. It was all last minute.

You prayed that the incident was enough to make Lenard serious about recovery. You hoped he could finally see the damage his drug abuse caused not just him, but the people around him. You hoped it clicked for him like it did for you all those years ago.

Your chest felt tight. Too many thoughts raced around your head at once. They all fought for your attention, but you just wanted them to go away.

"You tired?" Drew's voice said from the door.

You closed your eyes and groaned in response with a few nods of your head.

She chuckled a bit, and you felt her weight shift the bed. Her gentle lips touched your cheek and traveled down your neck. They were soft, calming kisses and a welcomed distraction. Her tongue made a light trail up your neck to your lips. Her fingertips brushed against your stomach, pushing up your shirt as the sweet kisses she pecked against your lips became longer and more passionate. You flinched as she got rougher with you, her tongue parting your lips and swirling yours around before moving on to lick on your neck some more, down to your shoulder. She tugged on the neckline of your shirt to expose more of your skin.

"D-Drew. I-I haven't even taken a shower yet. I'm—"

Drew shoved three of her fingers in your mouth and nipped at your ear. "Suck."

You nodded frantically and did as she said. Her mouth moved further down your body as her free hand tugged and pulled your shirt up to your chin. That hand then moved down the side of your pants. You squeaked and moaned as her fingers danced around the inside of your thigh.

"Shh," she whispered near your ear. "They might hear you."

You wanted to fuss at her that it was her fault for coming at you out of nowhere and so forcefully.

"Pull down your pants."

You were quick to comply. With her soft tongue and skilled finger's knowledge of your body, you didn't have the motivation to argue with her. For the next two hours, you couldn't focus on anything other than her touch and whispered demands. Afterward, she left you naked, panting on the bed where it took you no time at all to fall into a deep, restful sleep.

##

That next morning, you woke up rejuvenated and ready to take on the day. The woman you had to thank for that lied fast asleep at your side. You smiled and kissed her cheek before hopping out of bed to throw on some baggy night clothes. It was almost five, and you couldn't be late for your own roll call.

You grabbed your whistle off of your dresser and made your way to the dining room with a small skip in your step. You pursed your lips and blew into the metal whistle. "Let's get a move on, ladies! Line up!"

Roderich and Lutz filed into the area.

"I hope you ladies got your beauty sleep last night because we're taking off the training wheels today! I'm drilling and working the shit out of you pansies! Sweat and loss of breath is fucking mandatory." You blew your whistle. "Hit the showers."

They left, and Drew came walking down the hall, rubbing her eyes.

"Up already?" you teased.

"Yeah, it's hard to stay sleep with that damn whistle. No wonder Gilligan hates it so much."

"I know," you said and gave an apologetic shake of your head. You then went on to breakfast.

Drew yawned and took a seat at the table. She grumbled as she picked at her hair.

You couldn't stop yourself from sneaking glances at her as you opened the fridge and scavenged around for ingredients. You had to ask her. "So...Are you staying the whole time here?"

She didn't answer at first, but you expected as much. Your house wasn't necessarily optimal for her artistic needs. The open space of the dining room and zero control over the noise all distracted her. She preferred a dark, enclosed room of silence or a soft playlist of music. She must have been struggling to get any work done.

"Let's just see what happens," Drew said.

"You're already in town, so why not? You should just stay here and help me with Roderich until Lennie comes back at least."

"I'll stay for as long as you still want me here," she said.

"If it were up to me, you'd be living here right now."

She chuckled.

"...You could set up a desk in my room. I promise I won't bother you."

"You're not serious, right?" she asked, still smiling.

You sat down the food on the counter. "We could even just rent you a space somewhere for you to work at. I bet it won't even be that expensive."

"Yes, but then we're right back where we were before," Drew said. "I'm always going to be working."

"I can handle that," you told her and walked over. She glanced down the hall as you got closer and placed your hands on her shoulders. You brought her eyes back to yours. "At least you'll be coming back here everyday."

Drew eyed you over. Her brows knitted together in worry. "What about on days where I don't come back? What about when I'm gone for weeks at a time in some other country? We're in completely different time zones, so you can't call me. The best I can do is send you a text everyday."

"It's still better than this!" you emphasized, but tried hard to keep your voice down. "I never know where you are or when I'll see you again."

She guided your hips forward to sit you in her lap. "I understand, but investing time into something always makes it more complicated. For the majority of the time you would see me, I'd be sleep. Of course there'll be times when we can be together. There would even be whole days that I would dedicate just for you and me to do whatever the hell it is your little heart desires, but they'll be sporadic and random. I can't put you through months of loneliness for only a day of the love and affection you deserve on a regular basis."

Drew hugged you. She let out a small breath as you wrapped your arms around her. "I know I'm being selfish, popping up out of the blue all the time, but I still miss you too." She squeezed you. "I miss you so much."

You wanted to scream and yell at her to just quit. You wanted her to drop everything just to be with you. You were confident that if you asked her to, she would, but you couldn't bring yourself to ask her to do something like that. You knew better than anyone how much she loved art, storytelling, and seeing the world. She worked so hard to be able to do what she's doing. You couldn't take that from her.

She broke away from you and kissed your forehead with your cheeks in her hands. "I love you, but I'm not available to always be there when you need me. I want you to be happy regardless if I'm there or not."

You frowned at her. This wasn't the first time that you talked to her about this, but it had been awhile since you last brought it up. You only ever saw her for a day or two once a year, really. You never had time to bring it up again.

She kissed your cheek a few times in an attempt to change the look on your face, but you shook your head and stood up. "I have to make breakfast," you mumbled.

##

Al woke up at about nine. He already had an email waiting for him from one of his colleagues about not being able to understand the code he sent over. Al did remember getting lazy with the comments somewhere near the end. He figured his code self-documented enough, but apparently not.

After getting out of the shower, he debated over whether he felt like cooking or just hitting up the smoothie cafe down the street for breakfast. Right when he reached for his keys, his cell phone rang. He didn't recognize the number, so he didn't answer it.

His phone rang again. It had the same number, so he picked up this time. "Hello?"

"Hello?" The voice belonged to a female. "Hi! Uhm, is this Al?"

"Who's this?"

"Right. Well, you don't know me, but I'm a friend of (name). My name's Drew."

"Drew?" The name wasn't unfamiliar to Al. You've talked about her before. He knew enough to know that you and Drew dated for awhile, but not much more than that.

"I would like to talk to you about (name). I'm just guessing, but you haven't heard from her in awhile, have you?"

"Not recently, no."

"Do you want to?"

"Is...that a trick question?"

"No," she said.

Of course he wanted to hear from you. He hadn't even gotten a text from you in at least three days. He figured you just got too busy, but he had forgotten Drew was with you. Now that she was back, you didn't need him anymore.

"Did you want to or not?" she asked.

"Of course, I do."

"...You sure?"

"Yes!" he answered back, a bit irritated.

"Then if you're serious, I might be able to help you with that," she said. "What are you doing today?"

His irritation quickly disappeared, replaced by empty curiosity. "Wait, so...You're going to let me talk to (name)?"

"We'll just see where it goes when you get here."