2p!Austria x Mom!Reader- Foster parent

Thirty-Two

You and the boys dragged back to the house. Unlike the exhausted silence of yesterday, today, you noticed the boys in conversation with one another. It warmed your heart to see those two talking without a single threat being thrown around.

"Ma," Lutz called from ahead of you.

You released a pleasant but tired sigh. "Yes, baby?"

"What's for dinner?"

Roderich pushed him. "Can't you think of anything other than food?"

"Occasionally."

"Wouldn't you rather know what I'm making for your snack when we get home?" you asked.

"Sandwiches," Lutz said.

"You had sandwiches yesterday," you said.

He nodded. "Sandwiches."

You walked over to cradle his head against your shoulder and pet his hair. "Aww, my simple-minded little boy. I could make you sandwiches for the rest of the year, and you wouldn't say a word about it."

"Like...a variety of sandwiches though, right?"

Roderich rolled his eyes. "Seriously, how did I end up with you and Gil as my brothers?"

"You don't want sandwiches, sweetheart?" you asked Roderich.

The boy's face flushed, and he turned his head. "...That's fine, I guess."

You giggled. "Well, thanks for making my job easy."

As you neared the house, you noticed a familiar looking red car parked out front. Your stomach dropped and wrenched.

How? Why? What?

You shook your head. You were just thinking too hard. Al didn't even know where you lived. It couldn't possibly have been him.

"Whose car?" Roderich asked. "It's nice as fuck."

"What if Gil got somebody over the house?" Lutz said.

"Like a girl or something?" Roderich said.

"Lowkey, I think Gil's gay," Lutz said as the two went up to the front door.

'Nu-uh."

"There's nothing wrong with that. If Gil likes sucking dicks, we should support him and tell everyone we know. Hashtag love is love."

Roderich laughed. "Shut up."

Inside the house, your worst fears were confirmed when you saw an unlikely pair seated and laughing at your dining room table. You nearly had a heart attack.

"Hey, (name)," Drew sang then motioned her hand to Al. "This is my friend Allen. We're working on a comic together."

You glanced his way, and he waved to you with a wide smile across his face. You narrowed your eyes. "Really now?"

"Al, this is (name)," Drew said. "She's my...friend."

"Right," Lutz said. "Your 'friend.'"

"Shut up, Lutz," you told him.

"W-wait, why'd he put air quotes around it?" Roderich asked.

"Wow, really?" Lutz said. "Somebody hasn't had the talk yet."

Al laughed.

"D-Drew's not gay!" Roderich said then looked to her for confirmation. "Right, Drew?"

"When was the last time you saw Drew with a man?" Lutz asked. "Why do you think we call her 'auntie?'"

You rubbed your hands together then smacked the back of Lutz's head. "What did I just say?"

He held his head. "Ow! I was just trying to help. It would suck for that dude if he found out later on she doesn't pitch for that team." Lutz looked over to Al. "Sorry about that. I really hope you weren't trying to smash. Probably fucked up your whole day, huh?"

"A-anyway!" Drew said. "I told him about that park that's not too far from here, and we want to use it as the background scenery for a couple of scenes in the first chapter. I'd take him up there myself, but I'm not too sure where it's at. Plus, I can't draw outside anyway. I was hoping one of you could take him for me."

Lutz raised his hand. "Not it," he said on his way down the hall.

Roderich followed his lead and headed for his own room. "Yeah. No, thanks."

"Aww," Drew said with a teasing expression as she looked up to you. "Would you mind, (name)? I know you won't, right?"

You gritted your teeth and glared at her. "Fuck you, Drew."

She touched her hands to her chest with false shock taking over her face. She smiled and mouthed, "Love you too."

You growled at her but waved her off as you opened the door again. "Are you coming?" you said.

Al followed you, and Drew waved to him as you left. "See ya later, Allen."

You pushed him in front of you and closed the door behind you.

"How the fuck did you get here?" you said, keeping your voice low for some odd reason.

He shrugged. "GPS."

"I swear to fucking god, I will cut your—"

"T-this is where she told me to meet her!" he said. "She called me this morning."

"She called you? How did she even get your number?"

"I didn't give it to her," Al said. "I'm guessing you didn't either."

"That sneaky bitch," you said under your breath. "She had to have got it out of my phone somehow." You looked him over. "Then she came up with a whole, elaborate ass lie just to get us out of the house together."

"She told me she'd let me talk to you, but she didn't really say how."

"Fine." You huffed and started down your yard to the sidewalk. "Come on. You want to talk? Let's talk."

You walked with him— quietly. There was a list of things you wanted to ask, but you weren't sure where to start. How long was he with Drew? What did they talk about? What did she want with him?

Actually, you already knew what she wanted with him. She had bugged you for days to talk to him, claiming she "just wanted you to be happy."

You eyed Al over as you both crossed the street. You had almost forgotten about the cowlick in his dark auburn hair. His clear and stress-free skin made him look even younger to you. The Deadpool tee-shirt and jean shorts he wore didn't help much either. He looked more like Lutz's older brother than your somewhat emotionally invested fuck buddy.

You felt disgusted with yourself. How could you have possibly thought it would be a good idea to continuously screw around with a kid in his twenties? A one night stand was one thing, but weeks of it was something completely different all together. And Drew expected you to be happy with this boy? How? When? When you weren't sneaking in and out of the house and flinching whenever one of your teenage boys asked where you were all night? When you tried to ignore eyes that drilled into you whenever you so much as held his hand in public?
No. No way. You couldn't. You didn't know how you thought you could make this work some kind of way, but you couldn't. You had to make him go away.

"I had sex with Drew last night," you said.

Al laughed. "Of course you did."

"D-did she tell you that?"

He shook his head.

"I'm sorry," you said and followed it with a big huff of breath as you looked to the ground. "Drew's just...I'm always going to love Drew."

"I know," he said. Al took your hand in his. "I can wait until she leaves."

You stopped, momentarily unable to think. "What?" You shook your head and took your hand back. "No. No! Stop doing that."

He chuckled as you gave his chest a little shove. "Doing what?"

"Just—! Just go away," you blurted out and swatted your hands. "Move. Shoo. Leave me alone."

"Ooh, so you were trying to get rid of me by saying that?"

"Yes! I cheated on you. You're not supposed to stay with someone who cheated on you. They're bound to do it again, trust me."

"I mean," he looked up and shrugged as he reasoned, "I don't really think Drew counts as cheating."

"Of course it counts!" you said. "Everyone fucking counts!"

"Do they really, though?"

"Yes!" He laughed more as you got louder. "Stop fucking laughing! This isn't funny!"

"You're right; you're right. I'm sorry," he said. "But I talked to her for a couple of hours."

"H-hours?"

He nodded. "She's been questioning me since eleven AM. She really cares about you."

You shook your head. You neither needed nor wanted to hear this. You knew Drew loved you. You didn't need his input on her feelings.

Al directed your eyes back to him. His stare seemed genuine and heartfelt. "But that doesn't mean I don't too."

You couldn't hold the eye contact for too long, so you covered your face with you hands as you argued your thoughts and concerns. "Stop it. You're wasting your time." You sighed and dropped your arms to your sides as you shook your head. "I don't have anything for you. Just go be young: drink too much, party too much, fuck too much. You don't need the extra problems that come with dating someone older than you."

He chuckled. "I'm twenty-six, not eighteen. I'm grown as hell, (name). I can be trusted to make my own decisions, you know. I'm not a little boy you're luring into a van with candy. I know what I'm doing, alright?" He took your wrists and wrapped your arms around his torso, then kissed your cheek and hugged you. "Now stop playing."

You stayed in his embrace for awhile and allowed his words to sink into your head. You held your arms around him. "I'm not getting rid of you, am I?"

He kissed your forehead. "Fuck no."

You giggled. "You're so lame..."