Brother With A Purpose || Eric ||

Raising two kids alone wasn’t easy. It wasn’t that the kids themselves were difficult it was that juggling a job, getting to see them and being able to sleep was difficult. To keep their heads afloat, Eugene worked a full time job. It was good pay because there weren’t a whole of people wanting to spend their days in a cold morgue with only the dead for company, but it limited his time with the boys. Narcissa was a wonderful godmother, she saw them fairly often but Eugene was giving her space, she’d just given birth a couple of weeks ago and he didn’t want to crowd the new mother. She’d been friends with Fiona in school and he’d always gotten on with her, but she’d always kind of feel more like Fi’s friend than his, though he was so grateful to her for everything she’d done for him, even if it had meant putting her friendship with Fi on the line to do what was right by him.

Clearing up the mess the boys had made from painting was just a matter of a swish of his wand. Paint pots flew to the kitchen while artwork hung itself from a string that hung across the kitchen window. The paint brushes were already being rinsed out under the flowing tap and Eugene made his way to the fridge to see what he’d be making for lunch. There wasn’t a lot in the fridge, usually his mum came and looked after the boys so he could pop to the shops alone but she’d come down with a cold so instead Eugene had made her a soup and fresh bread and told her to rest up. That meant he had next to nothing in the house and he’d have to pluck up the courage to take his extremely hyperactive twins to the shops tomorrow, or they’d have literally nothing to eat on Monday when he was back to work and would definitely not have time to shop.

Putting together a plate of literally any bits he could find in the fridge, Eugene then placed the large plate down on the table. He popped his head out the open back door and called the boys in. While they finished up their game he poured them each a drink and added a couple ice cubes each to at least try and counter the warm weather a little and exercise, though it was almost pointless really. The boys washed up their hands while Eugene cleared the little mess he’d made from the bits and bobs he’d set out for lunch. A bit of ham, leftover cold roast chicken, some cheese, a few different fruits and crisps. What wasn’t to love!? He’d even done himself a small plate, though it mainly consisted of two packets of crisps and some fancy crackers he’d found in the back of the cupboard with cracked pepper through them. He had no idea when he’d got them but they were still within their use by date and so perfect for his lunch with some cheese and grapes, forgetting entirely that he said his oldest brother could come visit today.

Tag: Eric Demetrius Bell
Words: 549
Notes: <3
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