Weekends

42- Breakfast and Belonging- D

Brendon had been living with me for about a week now. He was still having trouble breathing, but it was getting better. I don't think my dad had ever spent time with Brendon aside from passing him in the hall when he stayed over, but they really got along. It made me so happy to see Brendon smiling and becoming acquainted with my family. Allison obviously loved having Brendon there all the time. Sometimes I think she's likes him more than me.

Shortly after Brendon put away all of his things in the guest bedroom, he decided that he'd much rather sleep in my bed with me. My parents weren't thrilled with the idea, but they understood that Brendon needs comfort, especially after what had just happened to him. Brendon was incredibly snuggly, and it made me love him even more. He would curl into me and rest his head on my chest, and I would hold him close all night long.

I woke up later than usual that Saturday, and my bed was empty. My whole family was home on the weekends, but normally, Brendon would lay in bed on his phone until I woke up so he wasn't downstairs with just my family. I was confused but pushed it aside and went downstairs to get breakfast. I was surprised to say the least when I saw Brendon showing my sister how to make french toast, while my parents were talking to Brendon about what card games he knows. My parents were gin rummy fanatics, so it was very in character for them to want to play him in that.

"H-hey, D," Brendon smiled as he saw me walking down the stairs. His eyes lingered on my shirtless torso and messy hair for longer than usual. I walked over to him and kissed him on the head before I got a glass out of the cabinet and poured myself some orange juice. "How long have you been up," I asked him. He looked at the clock then back to me. "I woke up around 8, and came down here around 9." I nodded in understanding and helped my parents set the table.

"Y-y'know, A-A-Allison said that she l-likes looki-ing at the clouds, s-so I th-ought we could t-ake her to-to the field tod-day," Brendon suggested. "I'm cool with that as long as she agrees not to be a pain," I spoke smugly. "Dallon, shut the hell up. Don't be pissy because Brendon is paying attention to me and not you," Al piped up. I gave my parents a disbelieving glance. "That's what I'm talking about, Al. I'm not taking you anywhere if you can't lose the attitude." I saw my parents laugh slightly. "Why are you two laughing? She's being obnoxious!" I was getting frustrated. "Honey, you were the same way at that age; too cool for your family." I rolled my eyes and looked at Brendon who was biting his lip to keep from laughing. His cheeks were slightly pink and he looked like he was really trying to hold back his laughter.

"Fine, I'll consider taking her," I said. I walked over by my boyfriend and leaned on the counter next to him. "Be nice," Brendon giggled and bumped me with his hip. "I am being nice, but I don't like that she's trying to steal my boy away from me," I whispered, causing him to shy away from me and try to focus on cooking the food. "Dall, can we go to that field after breakfast? Dad and Brendon were going to paint the tree house around lunch time, so I don't want to miss seeing the clouds," my sister pestered to which I shrugged.

I turned to ask Brendon about his plans for the day, but my dad got to him first, asking what color paint he should pick up before noon. "I think a light yellow could be nice," he suggested, sitting at the table with his laptop and opening the website for Walmart to look at their paint options. "You have a busy day ahead of you, B," I said, wrapping my arms around his waist as he flipped the last piece of french toast. "Yep," he said, smiling to himself. "I hope you can spare some time for me," I spoke softly and placed a few kisses to his neck. Brendon blushed deeply.

"Mom, Dallon is being gross again. Can you make him stop it," Allison whined. "What's he doing," my mom sighed. "He's being all mushy gushy. No one wants to see that, Dallon." I raised an eyebrow at her. "You're the one who wants to go to the field with me and my boyfriend," I teased. Brendon moved my arms from around his waist and went to place the food on the table, laughing under his breath at the bickering going on between me and my sister. "Nuh uh, dummy. I want to go with Brendon, but Mom says that you need to go because you have a car to drive us there," Allison retorted. "You're being real fucking rude for someone who needs me to drive them somewhere," I said in a matter of fact way. "Dallon, watch your language. Allison, stop pestering your brother. He doesn't need to take you anywhere. I bet he'd be more than happy to just go with Brendon," my mom reasoned. Both my sister and I rolled our eyes at that and walked to the dining room table to sit on either side of Brendon.

Everyone ate together with little arguing going on as we enjoyed the delicious food that Brendon and Allison had cooked. It was nice to see how much my family welcomed Brendon into our household. They were treating him like their own, and it warmed my heart. The only one who didn't know about Brendon's situation was Allison. Eleven was a bit too young to understand that some parents hurt their kids, especially if their kids are as wonderful as Brendon.

Everything was falling into place, and Brendon was finally where he belonged; home.