2p!Austria x Mom!Reader- Foster parent

Thirty-Three

You walked around the neighborhood with Al, mostly wandering and just talking. You had forgotten how goofy he was. From what he told you, Drew didn't seem to tell him much, so you caught him up on the things you never mentioned before such as who the third teen in your house was.

"So, does Lenard always leave him with you when he goes out of the country?" Al asked you.

"No. Well. I mean. He usually leaves him with Drew."

"But isn't she always gone too?"

"Y-yeah, but...Well. I don't know. I don't keep track of what that man does with his kids."

"Two of his kids are yours, though, so yeah, you do."

"You'd be a lot cuter if you didn't talk so damn much."

"Well, I don't appreciate being treated like some object. I have a personality and feelings too, thank you."

You laughed and yanked him over to wrap your arms around his and rest your head on his shoulder. "Shut up."

As you neared your house again, you distanced yourself from him but he pulled you back to his side. You tried again, and he yanked you closer this time and nuzzled your neck. You pushed him off.

"Will you cut it out!" you shouted but he laughed.

You looked around and lowered your voice as you checked the front windows of your house. "Seriously! We're back at my house."

"You're worried they're spying on us or something?"

"N-no! But...I don't know. I just don't need them suspecting anything. I don't want them to know about this. N-not yet."

"Your kids are funny. Lutz, the blonde one; he's the youngest, right?"

"Yeah, that's his little bad ass," you grumbled. "But Roderich's the youngest in my house right now."

You let out a sudden gasp and covered your mouth. "Oh, my god. Did you meet Gilligan?"

He chuckled. "I saw him briefly before he ducked his head and kind of ran to his room."

You touched your heart. "My poor baby. He doesn't do well with strangers."

"I just think it's funny that you have kids, and you don't want me to meet them."

"You got a good year, at least, before I even think of letting you really meet the boys." You rubbed your head. "I do not feel like dealing with that headache."

"Is it cause I'm a dude?"

"No," you said but paused for a second. "Well, maybe. Yeah, that too."

"It sounds like they think you're gay."

You sighed. "And Drew was always trying to be so careful so they wouldn't find out."

"The boys seem pretty alright with it, though."

"Of course they are. They love Drew. She damn near co-parented with me for years. You, on the other hand, are some random dude mom brought home who looks young enough to be their brother."

"I don't see how you're missing this huge gap between eighteen and twenty-six. Seriously, I'm not a kid, (name)."

"You're still closer to Gilligan's age than mine."

"By like a year, though," Al argued.

You snapped. "Ah, ah! Don't get technical with me." You took in a quick breath. "Look, I like you, but you're going to have to keep playing it discreet if you want this to work. You are not allowed back over here. You get me?"

He nodded. "Yeah, I got it." He grabbed your hand. "You'll still be coming to see me, though, right?"

You snatched your hand out of his and checked the front of the house again then nodded. "Yes, yes."

He leaned in towards you. "You promise?"

You smacked the back of his head and pushed him. He laughed as you raised your fist, contemplating over whether or not to punch him too. "Boy, if you don't stop fucking playing with me!"

"Alright, alright! I'm sorry."

"Shut up and get the fuck away from my house. Go find something to do with yourself." You huffed and crossed your arms. "Give me twelve more days...I'll text you."

"Alright."

You watched him as he got into his car and sighed when the brake lights flashed on. "God, what is this going to end like?"

##

As you entered the house, your expression dropped further when you caught sight of Drew at the dining room table.

"Enjoy your walk?"

You closed the door. "Don't talk to me." You walked past her to the kitchen.

"Aww, come on!"

You huffed and turned to her. "You told me you'd leave it alone."

"I specifically said, 'I won't say anything else about it,' which I didn't."

You rolled your eyes and continued on your way to the refrigerator.

"Don't be like that," Drew said as she got up to follow you. She laced her arms around your shoulders, but you pushed her off.

"No. Stop it. I'm seriously mad at you!"

"I was just thinking of you. I want you—"

"Ugh, just stop!" You went to grab the butter off of the table. You narrowed your eyes at her as you came back and reached for the bread on top of the refrigerator. "God, I want to just yell at you, but I can't! You're lucky I'm busy."

Drew laughed. "I don't see what the big deal is." She lowered her voice as she said, "You like him, don't you?"

"I'm not talking about this now," you said. "I promise to get at you properly later."

She sighed and left the kitchen. "Looking forward to it."

Unfortunately, it took awhile for you to get the free time you needed. After giving both of the boys their snacks, you stumbled into the laundry room where Gilligan left his clothes in two baskets on top of the washer machine for you. And on the laundry table, Lutz, obviously attempting to be helpful, left his clothes for you to fold after taking them out the dryer all by himself.

After throwing Gilligan's colored clothes into the wash, you folded Lutz's clothes and put them in baskets for him. Next, you had to start on dinner. It was hard enough for you to be mad at Drew, but being mad at her for so many hours without saying anything was just work.

You slammed the door to your bedroom and moved your fist to your hips. "Now I can yell at you."

Drew looked up from the book she was reading on your bed. "Alright then."

"How in the hell could you do that? You brought him to my fucking house? Are you crazy?" you yelled but kept a lot of restrain. The house had pretty thin walls.

"Firstly, I didn't tell him this was your house. He could have just assumed it was mine."

"You went behind my back," you continued, "and did something I asked you not to. It's like you don't even trust me to make my own decisions about my own damn life!"

Drew sighed and stood up. "Come on, (name). Calm down. I just want you to be happy."

"Stop talking like you always know what's best for me!"

"How can you say that like I don't?"

You huffed and rolled your eyes.

"You know I always have your best interests at heart."

"I don't care! You don't get to dictate what happens in my life. If I said I didn't want to talk to him, I didn't want to fucking talk to him!"

Drew motioned her hands down. "Alright, alright. Just calm down."

"No! Fuck you! You're always telling me what to do and what you think is best for me. What if that's not what I want to do?"

Drew cupped your face in her hand as she began to speak.

You pushed her off. "Stop! Stop it! Do not fucking touch me! You always do this. You just think you can pet my head and I'll quiet down and forget about the whole thing. Well, I'm not! No, not this time. I can't believe you went behind my back and just...just g-gave me to him." You placed your hand to your mouth as you held off tears. "Like you're trying to just pawn me off to the closest person who'd take me."

Drew struggled to keep her hands to herself as your voice trembled. Instead of holding you as she was used to, she picked her words delicately and spoke soft and slow. "(name), please tell me that is not what you think I'm doing. You have to know I love you more than anything. I know how you get when you like someone. You deserve someone who can make you smile."

"I don't want someone," you said. "I want you."

"You know I can't do that with my work."

"Then quit!" you shouted. You hugged her as you cried. "Just stay with me. Please, Drew."

It took her a moment to wrap her arms around you. It was the tightest embrace you've experienced from Drew. You've never felt her body shake like it did then.

Drew sniffled. Her next words were so soft, you could barely hear her. "I-I'm sorry." Your heart stopped. "I-I can't."

Drew...picked her career over you? Just the idea of that had you floored.

"I love you more than anything; I swear to you, I do," she said. "T-there's...There's just so much stuff I can't tell you about. Please, don't think for a second that I'm putting anything over you. I'm...just not safe to be around."

"W-what are you talking about, Drew? You're starting to scare me. What are—"

"I don't want to scare you," she said. "I just want you to know I care about you."

You didn't understand what she meant by "not safe." Why would it ever be "not safe" around Drew? It didn't make sense.

Drew took in a breath and shook her head some. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have went about this the way I did. I just can't stand the thought of you missing out by waiting on me." She rubbed your back. "It's okay to move on, (name). Just because we can't be together doesn't mean we stop loving each other."

Your eyes watered again. You didn't want this, but you couldn't be mad with Drew when she spoke with such genuine concern and care for you. She "just wanted you to be happy," right?