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#but I think I make a DAMN good uncle/babysitter/don’t raise kids but give ‘em some fun once n a while
catzgam3rz · 2 years
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NOTHING is more fun than sitting down with kids while they’re playing Minecraft.
Yes please explain to me how flint and steel works, I’m so invested on your past arson tales. Hell yes I want to hear about what a dark oak biome is
AND I get to feel smart for explaining basic mechanics. I am so powerful small child. here’s how to tame this donkey.
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the-other-swan-arch · 7 years
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A Small Trip
@anotherlostswan
Wyatt stood in the kitchen loading the dishwasher after dinner while Olivia was in her room finishing her homework. It had been a long day spend in a car hunting down his most recent fugitive that had jumped bail, the guy had thought leaving the city would lessen his chances of being caught. Fool. If he was going to do that he should have thought about not leaving a damn paper trail. In the end, Wyatt had caught the guy a little after four, which had given him time to get back to the city and still make dinner to have with his daughter. The babysitter had been more than happy to get the extra pay out of him.
Just as he’s putting starting the machine and wiping down the counters, his cell phone begins to ring in his back pocket. Wyatt glances at the clock in the living room, it’s a quarter to eight. He pulls his phone out and one brow raises as he sees who exactly is calling. Yesterday had been their birthday, he’d sent a text and tried to call but she’d been working. Today when she had called earlier, he’d been working then had wanted to spend the evening with his daughter. He unlocked his phone and put it to his ear as he moved to the fridge to grab a beer. This should be an interesting conversation. Ever since Olivia had been born things had been a little strained between them. They got together for family holiday’s when Emma wasn’t working and for birthdays. She tried to be a good aunt to Olivia since she couldn’t and hadn’t been able to be a mother.
“Hey Ems,” Wyatt said as he took a sip of his beer, glancing down the hall to see if Olivia’s door was open. “Happy belated birthday.” He moved to sit down on the couch in the living room. “You finish that job yesterday?”
“Hey...”She said a little awkwardly, it made the hairs stand up on the black of his neck. The protective side of him pushing to the surface, for years--until she had gone to jail--Wyatt had been her protector, best friend, and at times parent even though they were twins. “Yeah, I did. Sorry, I didn’t call you back afterward. Things got a little crazy last night.”
“Crazy? Are you okay?” He asked sitting up straighter, setting his bottle of beer down on the coffee table. 
“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine, Wy. Nothing like that. Promise.” She quickly reassured him. “Last night, I got home and had just opened the cupcake I bought when there was a knock on the door....Wyatt, he found me. The kid found me...”
“Kid? Emma what are you---” Wyatt’s voice trailed off as he realized exactly what kid found her. Flashes of being in the delivery room played in his mind. The perfectly healthy little boy being born, the nurse smiling along with the doctor. Wyatt standing there itching to hold the baby he was supposed to foster and then Olivia being born. The little girl who was so sick, who he’d almost lost time and time again...the little girl was now his daughter. 
“Wy...Wyatt!” Emma’s voice brought him back to reality.
“What? Sorry,” He ran a hand through his hair as he stood up, moving to stand on their small balcony. “He found you?” He left the door slightly cracked so he could hear if Olivia called for him. “Emma that as a closed adoption, you told them you wanted nothing to do with him.”
“I know! But he stole his teachers credit card, found this website that let him break into the records and find me. He showed up at my door.” She explained.
“Please tell me you called his parents or the cops and that he’s home now...” Wyatt nearly groaned.
“Something like that,” Her tone was one he recognized right off the bat. It was the Wyatt, I screwed up and I need your help...tone. One he hadn’t heard since they were teens.
“Emma, what happened?” He asked nervously.
“I was going to call his parents but he threatened to call the cops and say I kidnapped him...”
“Seriously?” Wyatt cut her off.
“He didn’t! Henry just wanted me to drive him home...to Maine...so I did.”
“You’re not back in Boston are you?” He asked as he leaned against the railing, one arm crossing over his stomach. “You’re still in Maine. Why?”
“The kid thinks his mom doesn’t love him--adoptive mom. He thinks she’s some Evil Queen and we’re all apart of this fairytale book he has. Wyatt, he truly believes I’m supposed to break some curse.”
Wyatt laughed dryly, of all the reason why Emma was still in Maine--that hadn’t even made the top ten. “So, the kid needs help. He found out he’s adopted and started making up stories to make things seem better. We used to do that all the time. I mean, does his mom love him?”
“I think so...she’s a bit of a stuck up bitch. She’s the mayor of this small town, but she cares about him. He’s had a good life from what I can tell. I just..I don’t feel right leaving until I know he’s okay. Plus, I kind of wrecked my bug....”
“Ems, it was a closed adoption. You aren’t even supposed to be there. You just said it, the kid has a good life. His mom is the mayor, she seems to love him even if she’s a tad stuck up. You would know if she didn’t, if something was going on in that house.” He tries to reason with her. Then her last comment hits him, “You wrecked the bug? Ems, how? How long until it’s fixed?”
“There was a wolf in the road, I’d had one drink and when I tried to miss it I spun out and hit the town sign....man that sounds worse than it actually was.”
Wyatt groaned and ran a hand through his short hair. “How long until you can come back?”
“I don’t know. The mechanic has to order parts I think. Wyatt...I want you to come down here. I want you to come check everything out and tell me I’m just being paranoid. That he is okay, that the mayor is a good mom...I need you to come see this for yourself and tell me.”
“Emma...I’ve got work, Olivia has school...not to mention...she doesn’t know the full truth. I don’t want her to find out. She knows her mom gave her to me because she didn’t think she could raise a child, that her life wasn’t ready for a child no matter how much she loved Liv....but she doesn’t know I’m not biologically her dad, that I’m her uncle...” The last word was hard for Wyatt to say. He wasn’t her uncle. He wasn’t. He was her father. He loved her, took care of her, gave her everything he could. He had been there since the moment she was born, held her small hand through those months in the NICU, had taken her to every doctors appointment and been there every time she had gotten sick, had chased away every nightmare, had been there for every accomplishment...she was his daughter.
“She won’t find out. He doesn’t know he has a twin sister, he doesn’t know you or Liv exist. Tomorrow is Friday, you could come for the weekend. Monday, we all drive back to Boston together. Please, Wyatt...” Emma nearly begged. “I promise you, she won’t find out. I just need my brother to come here and show me everything is truly okay.”
Wyatt weighed the situation over in his mind. He could miss work, there wasn’t a case out right now he needed to be here for. Olivia rarely missed school, if she did there was always a doctors note. She could get away with missing two days, Friday and Monday. Then there was the fact Emma hadn’t asked him for anything in years. They had become independent, each making their own lives. “Let me talk to Liv, see if she wants to come with me or stay here and have Amanda stay with her...I’ll call you back in a couple of hours alright?”
“Thank you, Wy. Thank you so much.” The relief in her voice was evident, “I don’t know what I would do without you.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” He laughed a little. “I’ll call you back. I love you Ems.”
“I love you too.” With that the line went dead. Wyatt sighed, putting his phone into his pack pocket.
“Son of a bitch...” He looked out at the Boston skyline, trying to calm his pounding heart. There were so many risks about Olivia going with him, but he was going to give her the option. This would be the longest they had been apart, four days. With a deep breath, Wyatt turned and went back inside. He looked at the beer on the coffee table, so tempted to down it. Instead, he picked it up and placed in on the kitchen island before making his way down the hall toward his daughter’s room...the room she’d had since she was born. They could have moved into a nicer place with the amount of money, he was making but they’d decided together to stay here. It was home and the extra money had gone toward art classes for Olivia, martial arts classes for them--something to do together, and vacations every summer.
Wyatt knocked on door that was cracked, “Hey monkey...can we talk?” He asked, pushing the door open a little more and leaning in the doorway.
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