Baby Brother

22-Morning Routine

*Luke's Perspective*
It was five o'clock in the morning and I was already in a bad mood. Nate has slept with me yesterday since my room was the warmest, but all night I was worried I'd accidentally hurt him in some way or he'd have an accident and it'd leak. Unfortunately, I didn't count on the fact that Nate would have a nightmare very early in the morning, or I would've just given Marc the bed. I had just gotten him back to sleep, glad no one else was awake, but now I couldn't sleep. I glanced around my room, cuddling Nate close. Something felt off, but I was unsure what it was.
After a while I decide to get up and make some toast for breakfast and some orange juice. This was going to be a long day, and it technically hasn't even started.

*Marcus's Perspective*
When the morning came, I wasn't expecting what I had gotten. Luke had been in a real cranky mood, not that I could blame him, and there was an empty chair just left of me. That seat was where Josh always sat. I glanced at the time. Almost seven, he should've been here by now. I had left him a text message, knowing he probably was held for a few more hours or something. Still, something felt off and I couldn't tell what it was. I sighed, having Timothy watch Nate for a bit and Luke do the dishes since it was his turn. I walked to my bedroom before calling Josh. I knew he couldn't have his phone out at work, but I'm guessing his shift would be over soon. "Sorry Marc, I cant talk right now, is everything okay?" I was relieved to hear his voice. "Y-yeah I was just...wondering when you'd be home," I bit my lip, "I just need to clock out, I'm on my way," Josh replied. I could hear someone in the background, but don't know who it was or what they were saying. I just thought that they were a co-worker and shrugged it off. I took Nate and brought him upstairs for a bath, which he wasn't too happy about. "Hey, I got some toys," I said as I ran the water. "No!" He pouts, not really complying as I tried to take off his clothes. "What wrong baby? I thought you liked bath time," he frowned. The boy shook his head. "No baf!" He whined. "Well you have to," I said kinda sternly as I forced his clothes off and put him in the tub with bubbles and rubber duckies. The boy pouted, but I didn't care since it was kinda cute. "Okay mister grumpy," I leaned his head back and washed his hair despite all of his efforts for me not too. What was going on with him today? He's usually not this cranky in the mornings.

*Nobody's Perspective*
It was rather quiet in the Bryde household, except for the cranky little boy in the bath tub. Matt had locked himself in his room, his eyes stained with tears because no one had noticed him when he wasn't at the breakfast table, not wanting to eat or even speak to anyone. He knew he needed help, so he called the only person he could trust. "Hey Dill, c-can I come over? I know it's early but...it's kind of urgent," he had told his boyfriend, in which he had agreed to him coming over. On the other side of the house sat a Timothy, casually doodling away, lost in his fantasy as he doodled in the sketch pad Josh had bought him for Christmas last year. He was nearing his last page, as he drew in it just about five times a month ever since he got it. This was his hobby to escape stress and responsibilities. No one even understood his drawings since they were usually of people who had one of their body parts replaced with an everyday object, such as a carnation instead of someone's head, or worms instead of fingers. No one knew why, but that's what he liked to draw. Just the room beside him now laid a shivering boy, waiting to be put into some baby clothes and the heat to come back to him once more. "Bubby!" Nate giggled. "That's right Baby," Marcus cooed, tickling the boy a little before powdering him. If only Josh were there to see.

(Sorry its kinda short)