Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over 'The Almighty Johnsons' nor am I profiting from this.
Pairing(s): general.
Warning(s): none.
Word Count: 202.
Mike's brothers are watching her, and every maternal instinct is gone. Ty peeks from a giant blue coat, blinking owlishly. Axl continues wiping his snotty nose across his sleeve. His pajama pants are filthy and she'd rather not know what he rolled in.
Mike wraps an arm around her shoulder and squeezes. "I normally can't even get him to wear pants. This is a miracle."
"Where is the third brother?"
"Olaf agreed to take Anders for the night," he sighs. "I doubt he's going to make it through the night, though."
It takes fifteen minutes before Ty ruins his new bedroom carpet and Mike is rushing him into the bathroom. Axl wipes snot across her leg and announces he's hungry.
A sandwich is all he needs to call her Mama Val, and he still smiles even when she cuts him off at three sandwiches.
"When does Anders come back?"
"Anders will be back tomorrow. Cousin Olaf is watching him right now."
"Who is watching mummy?"
His neck is bruised. Axl is watching her and waiting for that answer. Christ, he needs to be scrubbed down and someone should go find their mother and who is watching her?
"Mummy is looking after herself."