2p!Germany x Mom!Reader- Handling A Child

8. Gan-ma's House!

“Daddy! Daddy! Juice! Juice please, daddy!”

Lutz sighed as his eyes went from the television in his living room to the two-year-old in front of him. He only gave the boy a quick glance before the TV gained back his full attention.

Tyler smacked his hands against his dad’s knees as he pleaded with the blonde who seemed to pay it no mind. The child bounced and continued to hit him, probably thinking that Lutz couldn’t hear him-- for some strange reason-- and that bouncing and hitting him harder would help his ears.

Lutz rubbed his throbbing head before he grabbed and lifted the boy into the air. He stared at the now quiet child for a second. “No.”

The boy threw his arms about in dismay. “Daddy! I want juice, daddy!”

“You don’t need any more juice, Tyler,” he said as he got off the couch. “You just had a whole sippy cup.”

“Apple juice!”

“Tell you what. I’ll just pretend like you never asked me for any juice, and when we get to grandma’s house, you can ask her for all the juice in the world, alright?”

“Gan-ma’s house!” Tyler cheered.

Lutz nodded as he put Tyler back on the ground and held his hand. “Uh-huh. Grandma’ll give you all the juice and crackers you can fucking eat. Now let’s get you dressed.”

“Okay!”

“Gilligan!” Lutz shouted as he walked around the couch to the hall. “Get Tyler dressed to go to ma’s house!”

A door in the apartment opened and slammed shut. Gilligan made short but quick strides from the hall to his brother and glared at Lutz for a second before he scooped up Tyler and sat the boy on his hip. “You don’t always have to yell,” Gill said.

“Well, you don’t always have to be a bitch, but you still chose to anyway.”

Gilligan quickly covered Tyler’s ears.

Lutz motioned his hand to his brother. “This. This right here is what I’m talking about.”

“You don’t even try to watch your mouth around Tyler,” Gilligan fussed.

“Can you please just dress the damn child?”

Gilligan turned back towards the hall as he huffed and started back to his bedroom.

“And he’s almost three years old,” Lutz said after him. “Stop carrying him everywhere, and let him walk.”

Gilligan flashed his middle finger to Lutz before he opened and slammed his door once again.
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Gilligan hurried to the car in the parking lot of the apartment complex with Tyler on his hip and the boy’s book bag of things on his other shoulder. Lutz followed behind as he twirled his car keys around on his finger. Gilligan huffed as he opened the backseat door and began to strap Tyler into his car seat.

“How did we get twenty minutes late leaving the house?” Gil said to himself as he helped Tyler get situated into the seat.

“You’re the one who just had to give Tyler some more juice,” Lutz said. “I told you he didn’t need anymore. We could’ve been there by now, and he would have just peed at her house.”

“That’s inconsiderate,” Gil argued.

“Well, so is being late.”

Gilligan rolled his eyes as he snapped the last buckle into place on Tyler’s car seat. “I mean to Tyler.”

“He’s two and not dying of thirst. I give him juice every day. I think that’s more than considerate.”

“Just shut up and start the car. We’re late enough as it is,” he said and handed Tyler his Ipad to watch cartoons during the ride. Lutz drove, and Gilligan checked over all of Tyler’s things to make sure he didn’t forget anything.

When they got to your house, Lutz unbuckled Tyler, and Gilligan stayed close behind him to observe.

“B-be careful,” Gil said. “He still has that Ipad in his hands. He might break it.”

“Can I get my child out of the car? Can you please get off of my dick long enough for me to get my child out of his car seat? Can we do that?”

“Don’t try getting smart with me!” he retorted. “Who was it that broke the last one? You’re heavy-handed, clumsy, and reckless! I’m surprised you haven’t broken Tyler yet!”

“Aye, but who the fuck bought both them hoes? I don’t need you over my damn shoulder all the time like I might kill him any second.”

“Gan-ma’s house!” Tyler shouted with his tablet held high up above his head. He arched his back and started to slide out of his car seat as he giggled and kicked around.

Lutz rolled his eyes and grabbed the tablet out of Tyler’s hands before he grabbed Tyler. The boy wrapped his arms around Lutz’s neck and chanted, “Gan-ma’s house! Gan-ma’s house, daddy!”

Lutz held out the tablet to Gilligan. “Take this.”

He nodded and put the device in one of Tyler’s bags as they headed to the front door. Gilligan knocked, and Tyler bounced in Lutz’s arms.

“Gan-ma’s house! Gan-ma’s house!”

“Hey, hey. T.B., chill out,” Lutz said.

Tyler quieted down and rested his head on his dad’s chest, but his eyes stayed fixated on the door.

You opened the door and smiled at the three boys. Tyler’s eyes lit up when he saw you.

“Gan-ma!”

“Aww! How’s gan-ma’s baby?” You spread your arms out wide as Tyler reached out for you. You took him from Lutz and turned your head as you pointed to your cheek. “You gonna give gan-ma a kiss?”

Tyler puckered up his lips and smushed them against your face as his arms tightened around your neck. “Mwhah!”

You smiled before you attacked his face in return with kisses. You hugged him and said, “You missed gan-ma?”

He nodded as he hugged you back.

Your two sons entered the house, and you all took a few steps into the foyer. The faint noise of the television you left on in the living room carried to the front of the house where you could hear product commercials.

You shifted your attention to Lutz and said to him with a big teasing smile on your face, “And how’s mama’s baby, huh? Come here! Give me a kiss!”

“Ma,” he whined and drawled out as he turned his head away from you.

You laughed and got on your tiptoes to reach his cheek and pecked it.

“I’m about to be twenty-one, mom,” he said as he pulled his phone out of his pocket and wiped his face.

“I know, Lutz. I know,” you said, “but you were my last born, so you’ll always be my little baby no matter how old you get.”

He ignored your comment as he unlocked his phone.

You moved on to Gilligan and placed a hand on his cheek. “Hi, sweetie.” You swiped your thumb across his cheek. “How have you been feeling?”

He put his hand on the back of yours for a second and smiled. He guided your hand away from his face and nodded. “I’m fine, mom. It’s good to see you again.”

Your jaw dropped down in the slightest as he released your hand. You stared up at him a little longer than you anticipated.

Gilligan’s smile began to fall. “W-what’s wrong?” he asked.

You shook your head and moved your free hand to the top of Tyler’s head. “Nothing! Sorry!” You bounced Tyler some on your hip as you rubbed his back and continued to talk to Gil. “You, uhm…You look healthy.” A smile snuck up on you. “I’m happy you’re doing so well.”

“It’s harder to stay locked up in a room with a kid yelling for you to play with him,” Lutz mentioned off to the side.

Gilligan let out a tired breath and nodded to himself.

You giggled and looked to Tyler. “You’ve been keeping uncle Gil busy, huh?”

Tyler laughed with you and nodded with clear satisfaction.

An upbeat tune played from the TV which quickly caught Tyler’s attention. His eyes doubled in size as he gasped and looked up to you. You mimicked his astounded expression.

“Paw Patrol!” he exclaimed.

You nodded and answered with equal enthusiasm, “Yeah!”

You lowered him to the ground, but he jumped out of your arms halfway and made a dash for the television.

“T-Tyler!” Gilligan called after him. “Don’t run!”

Tyler tripped up and fell on his face, but paid the tumble no attention as he got right back up and ran even faster. Gilligan went stumbling after the boy and scooped him up but jogged to the living room as the child in his arms sang, “Marshall! Rumble! Chase!”

Gilligan smiled and laughed as he joined him. “Rocky! Zuma! Skye!”

The grin on your face grew as you watched them off. You turned to Lutz and said, “Isn’t it funny how your irresponsible choices and laziness could bring Gil out of his crippling depression and mother dependencies?” You shake your head with a hand over your heart. “The way you two feed off each other. The brotherly love is just beautiful.”

“Hey, if it gets Gil out of that dark ass room and doing stuff, I’m willing to find some other irresponsible decisions to make," he said in a dull, sarcastic voice. "Maybe drugs this time. God knows I could sure use something else to take up all of my money.”

You hit his arm as you headed for the dining room. “Come on. If you give Gil your keys, I’ll be willing to offer you up a drink.”

He sighed and followed behind you. “Thanks, ma.”

“So, what you got planned for your birthday?” you asked as you grabbed some glasses out of the cupboards.

“Some real exciting shit,” he said as he took a seat at the dining room table. “I’m actually going to pay my rent on time.”

“Sounds adventurous.”

“Who knows. I might even get to go to the store,” he leaned over the table some and put a hand beside his mouth as he whispered, “and buy name brand food.”

You snickered. “Ah, I remember being a piss poor young parent with more bags under my eyes than money in the bank.” You sat down the glasses along with a bottle of Hennessey. “At least you don’t have another one on the way. Not that we know of, anyway.”

“Oh, trust me. I’m not getting any more surprises on my doorstep.” He grabbed a cup and pulled the cork off the bottle. “One’s enough to swear me into celibacy. Fuck that.”

You giggled and took the bottle once he finished pouring himself a glass.

“I still don’t know who the fuck his mom could be after almost three years.” He downed the drink in one go and let out a satisfied breath. “I made it into a game. I can’t fuck another girl until I figure out who’s the last one I got pregnant.”

“How’s that working out for you?”

“Dry.”

You slapped your hand against his back and gave a sympathetic nod. “At least you learned something.”

“There’s things worse than child support?”

“I was thinking more ‘always wear a condom,’ but, hey. Your baby; your interpretation.”

“It’s really getting on my nerves, ma. I literally can not figure out who she is.” He poured another cup. “I mean, once I started doing school with the mindset that it’ll get me moved out of the house, the shit was easy. I can barely remember that last year of college.”

“Aww, I know, Lutz. Getting a little freedom is always a dangerous thing at first." You looked off into the distance and shook your head a bit as memories played and flashed through your mind. "I remember being your age— fresh out of military school.” You sipped from your cup. “Ecstacy was just so easy to find back then. Everybody was doing it.”

“Wait, what?”

You sat your hand on his arm. “The point is, you shouldn’t stress over it so much. Tyler’s here now. You have enough to worry about with raising him.”

He tossed his head and cup back and let the dark liquid burn down his throat in one big gulp. He let out a huff of air as he clanked his glass back onto the table and stared into the clear, empty cup. “I guess…But what am I supposed to tell him when he starts asking about his mom?”

You shrugged. “’Gilligan’s your mom.’”

Lutz laughed. “That’s weird, ma.”

“It’s not weird unless you make it weird. Just don’t make it weird.” You finished off your drink and sighed. “Don’t over complicate it. It’s complicated enough as it is. Just focus on Tyler. You’ll be fine, alright?" You combed back some of his blonde hair from in front of his face with your fingers. "You’ve been doing a good job so far.”

“Thanks, ma.”

“You’re welcome, sweetie.”

Lutz grabbed the bottle, but you smacked his hand to get it away.

“No more! Come on. Three shots? I feel like I have to draw the line somewhere.”

“I’m going to be legal in like, two days. Forty-eight hours aren’t going to magically make this better.” He reached for the alcohol again and yanked it over to his side of the table. “Plus, you buy the good stuff. Way better than the cheap liquor I keep.”

As he unscrewed the top and prepared to pour, Gilligan snatched the bottle from him and began his lecture. “I can’t leave you alone for five minutes. You know you have the keys to drive us home, don’t you?”

Lutz dropped his head to smack against the table top and groaned. “Oh, my god. Gil, not now.”

Gilligan thrust his hand out and huffed. “Just give me the keys. Give them here. I can’t trust you on anything! God! All I asked is for you to drive.”

Lutz lifted his head with low, hazy eyes and motioned both hands towards Gil as he spoke to you. “Ma. Ma. Do you see what I have to deal with?” He waved one of his arms up and down to further drive his point. “Do you see this shit? You didn’t even nag me this much.”

“You have to deal with?” Gilligan gave a dry, sarcastic chuckle. “It’s like I’m raising two kids by myself. You literally have the attention span and decision-making skills of a three-year-old.” Gilligan turned to you with a hand over his heart. “I don’t know how you did it, mama.”

You snickered as Lutz sat up straighter to ready himself for a comeback.

“Oh, yeah. It must be so fucking stressful for you raising ‘two’ kids without a job, huh?”

Gilligan rolled his eyes.

“Hard to keep food in their mouths, isn’t it?”

“Again with this. Yes, good for you, Lutz. You have a job that gets money, but guess what? I have a job too, and it’s taking care of your sh-!” Gil stopped himself and peeked back to the living room. His attention went back to Lutz as he pointed an accusing finger at his younger brother and dropped his voice to an irritated whisper, “of your shit!”

“You want to fucking switch? You can go to work every day.”

You interrupted the two with your laughter. “You two sound like an old married couple!”

Lutz grunted at your comment. “Ma. You’re making this weird. Stop making this weird.”

You stood from your seat, still giggling, then took the alcohol from Gilligan. "Sorry."

"Hey!" Lutz called to you as you made your way back to the kitchen. "I wasn't done with that."

"Well, according to Gilligan you are."

Lutz rolled his eyes, but a shy yet proud grin showed on Gil's face.