Hold On To Me (WillDip)

Chapter 32: Breaking Traditions

It had been two weeks since Will had been returned to his mortal, Flatlander self. Ford had hired some cooks and cleaners to do Will's old jobs. And, as the sun rose on the first day of week three, noise saturated the mornings quiet.

The cooks were doing their breakfast routine, while the cleaners started on theirs, dusting, wiping and cleaning the Manor till it sparkled and shined. Will woke up on Mason's chest, A hand holding him protectively and warming him like a blanket. He smiled and tugged at the fingers until they moved, picked him up and set him down on the floor.

"Watch out for Taco" Mason said sleepily, rolling over and returning to his snooze.

Will giggled and raced off, hoping the maid was waiting for him before she vacuumed, he enjoyed sitting on the head as it moved back and forth across the carpet.

"Master William? Over here!" she called, waving him over as he appeared in the hallway. Will squealed excitedly and climbed onto it. The maid giggled and turned it on "Sleep well?" she called over the noise.

"Yes, mam!"

"Good."

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Fidds was going to stay until after the Winter ball, and was currently tucked up in bed with Ford, curled into his chest comfortably as the sun peeked through the curtains. Ford woke first, smiling at Fidds as he drooled in his sleep, his usually tidy hair a mess. "Fiddleford? Time to wake up," he whispered, shaking him gently.

Fidds grumbled "Fuck off" he muttered, rolling over and going back to sleep. Ford chuckled and got out of bed to start the day, starting off first with a long hot shower and tending to the bruises (now healing nicely) on his neck. Bill had passed out at the dinner table last night and was still there, snoring away on the tablecloth when the cooks came to set the table for breakfast. Mabel had placed a blanket over him before she had retired to her own room.

He woke with a snort as someone tapped his shoulder "Master Bill? I need you to move, if you please?" a dark-skinned man asked, smiling down at him as he stood with a stack of plates. Bill stood up with a grumble and yawned, stretching his sore arms and legs as he made his way to his room to finish his sleep.

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Breakfast wasn't too noisy, but it wasn't quiet either. The family were planning the Winter ball alongside the new hired help. Will meanwhile was scoffing as much bacon as he could into his mouth and ignoring the apple slices Mason had asked him to eat.

"I can't believe it's been an entire year since we last had a Winter ball," Mabel said, spooning sugary cereal into her mouth. Ford smiled. "A whole year, oh my, how a lot has changed." he said, sipping at his coffee. Will nodded in agreement, grumbling as Mason cleaned the bacon grease off his tiny fingers with his wet napkin.

"I don't want to be trodden on, so I have an idea. I could stay on your shoulder, Master, if that's okay?"

Ford raised an eyebrow "Why?"

"Your ear, it's uh...bigger, easier to hold on to" Will said, trying very hard not to sound rude, his form blushed. Ford chuckled "Okay, you can sit on my shoulder, just don't pinch me" he said. Will climbed down the tablecloth and face planted on the floor before standing up "I'm going to go make sure the cooks are doing everything right," he said, walking off.

"I don't know how many times I've said it, but even how he walks is adorable" Ford said as they all watched him go, leaning in their seats to get a better look.

Bill chuckled "Look at him, marching down the hall likes he's bigger than everything," he cooed. Mabel giggled. "I'm going to make him a jacket for the event." she said,