Mike snored as he and Foxy lay sleeping in bed. a sudden cry had them both jerking awake. Mike groaned.
"I've got'em." Foxy said getting up.
"you sure?" Mike ask. Foxy nodded and headed for the babies. Dylan and Vixy were wide eye'd and ready to get up. Foxy smiled tiredly at the two and changed their diapers. they babbled and cooed at him. Foxy smiled at them and sat them on the floor. they were almost a year old, but neither had said a word or walked a step. they got around just fine with crawling and Foxy didn't see anything wrong with that, but Mike was worried.
"hey now, leave yer mom alone." Foxy chuckled catching Dylan. Vixy giggled at Foxy, sitting on Mike's chest. Mike smiled.
"hey baby girl." Mike smiled.
"sorry Mike." Foxy said. Mike nodded sitting up.
"it's alright." Mike smiled. "oh, they have a check up today." Mike called as he walked into the bathroom.
"ye gonna ask'em why they ain' walkin' an talkin'?" Foxy ask.
"yeah. you know how worried I am that they actually hurt the babies." Mike sighed. Foxy nodded and kissed Mike's forehead.
"m'worried to. but they'll run some tests and then they'll tell us okay?" Foxy ask softly. Mike nodded, and Foxy wiped his tears. "it'll all be alright love." Foxy smiled reassuringly. Mike nodded.
"I know. c'mon, lets get them ready to go." Mike said. Foxy nodded and went for some clothes for the babies. "hey, grab the really nice ones. the ones Vada picked out." Mike said.
"not puttin' me daughter in a dress." Foxy said. Mike pouted.
"she's a girl she's supposed to wear dresses." Mike replied.
"she's me little girl and I love her, but the only time she's going to wear a dress is if she wants to. when she makes the choice. we aren' forcin' them to do nothin'." Foxy said. Mike got a feeling, a feeling he only got when Foxy was either talking from personal experiance or his past. he knew it was Foxy accidently or purposely telling him he really didn't want to talk about it. he peaked into the room and looked at Foxy, he seemed to be fighting his anxiety. Mike went to say something but Foxy shook his head and went back to look for them some clothes. Mike bit his lip and went back to the babies. he was curious but he knew Foxy would tell him eventually. he always told him. like when he'd laughed at him for getting ice cream on his nose and Foxy had blown up on him. it'd taken a little bit, but Foxy had come back and explained. he was always sorry for something, even if he didn't do it or didn't even know what Mike was talking about, but after years of taking the blame for everything, it was probably just instinct. his instinct was to survive and if he wanted to survive in the pizzeria, he had to take the blame. Mike stopped asking if he did it and started asking him to fix whatever it was if he saw it was wrong.
"fuck! Vixy get out of that!" Mike exclaimed running over to her. he pulled her out of the trash. he sighed and shook his head. "okay baby. let's get you two in a bath." Mike smiled. he put them both in the bathtub and smiled as they played. he turned to grab the soap and when he turned back he nearly dropped the bottle. Dylan hide climbed out of the tub and was now standing beside him. "Dy-Dylan? did you just... walk over here?" Mike ask.
"well, stumbled actually." Foxy replied coming in behind him. Mike looked at him. "I've been workin' with them while yer at work. Vixy can walk too." Foxy smiled. Mike smiled at him.
"now I thought you weren't worried?" Mike ask.
"but, I know yer worried." Foxy said. Mike smiled at him and kissed his cheek then scooped Dylan up and put him back in the bathtub. "I've been workin' with them on talkin', Dylan knows how, he jus' doesn'. Vixy... she jus' won' talk." Foxy said. "if ye get down and work with Dylan for a bit eventually he'll tell ye to go away 'cause he's tired, but Vixy doesn' seem to understand... could she be deaf?" Foxy ask. Mike frowned.
"Vixy." Mike called. Vixy looked up at him then back to her toys. "she's not deaf she heard me just fine. maybe she just, is too shy to talk like you get sometimes." Mike said. Mike chuckled at Foxy's light pink blush and his deep growl.
"I don' get shy. I jus' don' loike talkin' to people." Foxy muttered. Mike smiled as he bathed their kids. "alright, c'mer kiddo." Foxy smiled, scooping Dylan up. he giggled and Foxy carried him to the living room to dress him. "ye better not pee on me again." Foxy huffed softly diapering his son. Dylan just cooed. he quickly dressed his son and watched him toddle and crawl around. Mike brought Vixy out, dressed and ready to go.
"c'mon. lets go a head and head out." Mike said. Foxy nodded and scooped up Dylan. he put Dylan in his carseat, which he reinforced with titanium and steel. he'd done the same to Vixy's, claiming that he just wanted them safe.
*doctors office*
they got them to the doctors office and ask about Vixy. they doctor, Henry, ran every test he could, but the results were all negative.
"she's a perfectly normal happy baby, even if she is a little tiny for her age." Dr. Henry said. Mike narrowed his eye's, but Foxy layd a hand on his shoulder.
"so they're both a little small. Mike an I arn' really all that big either." Foxy shrugged. Dr. Henry nodded.
"now, Dylan over here is quiet a big man. he's eight pounds over weight. you should get that under control before he becomes obese." Dr. Henry said.
"he's a baby!" Mike hissed.
"your never too young to become obese. he's already on his way. you should take better care of your kids, or your going to be the reason one is obese and the other is anorexic. I should call child services..." Dr. Henry said.
"alright thats it!" Mike hissed and punched him hard in the face. "just because you have a medical degree doesn't mean you have the right to tell me that as parents you think that we aren't fit! you have no idea what the hell your talking about! they just fucking started walking! so he's a little chubby, it's baby fat! he'll grow out of it! so she's a little skinny, have you seen her dad!? he's a fucking stick! so don't you dare tell me I'm not fucking caring for my kids you stupid fatass bastard!" Mike shouted at him. he picked up his children and left, Foxy following behind.
"uh, Mike?" Foxy ask.
"stupid punkass doctor thinks he can tell me how to raise my fucking kids." Mike growled. Foxy, though he too was upset about the doctor was confused as to why Mike was so angry. he watched Mike curiously for a bit, while letting him cool down, before asking.
"why does it make ye so angry? I mean, I'm upset 'bout it too but yer so... angry." Foxy ask confusedly.
"because I just am." Mike growled. Foxy's ears drooped slightly and he nodded. he didn't reply, just kept driving quietly until one of the babies started to cry. "it's okay ye two we're almost home." Foxy said. they continued to cry until Foxy got them out of their carseats. Mike just sat and stared angrly out the window Foxy sighed softly and carried them inside. he put them down and grabbed his cell phone, that Mike had gotten him for Christmas. it was a cheap Iphone but Foxy really didn't use it much. he didn't use voice recognition, as his accent made it hard for the program to understand. "child services." Foxy muttered typing it in. his eye's widened and his jaw dropped as he read what it was. "they can' take our kids!" Foxy exclaimed. now he knew why Mike was so mad. he looked out the window, Mike was still in the car, but his door was open now. Foxy shook his head and changed his kids before turning on a cartoon and heading to make lunch. he looked down when he felt something on his leg. "go watch tv Dylan." Foxy said softly.
"da?" Dylan ask. Foxy nodded.
"yeah, I'm yer dad, now go watch tv." Foxy said.
"ma?" Dylan ask.
"no, dad." Foxy replied. Dylan blinked and stared up at him.
"da." Dylan said.
"yes?" Foxy ask.
"da." Dylan replied. Foxy rolled his eye's and shook his head.
"alright. back to the livin' room with ye." Foxy said, scooping Dylan up and bringing him back in. he sighed. "now where did Vixy go?" Foxy muttered. "Vixy!" Foxy called looking in her favorite hiding spots. "Vixy come to daddy sweetheart." Foxy said. he sighed in relief when he found her sleeping in her room. he smiled and gently scooped her up, putting her in her bed. he heard the door open and went back to the living room. Mike closed the door, muttering to himself. Foxy opened his mouth to say something, but closed it quickly and headed back into the kitchen. he wasn't afraid of Mike, he was afraid Mike would leave if he said something. he was afraid Mike would pack up their kids and leave, taking his love with him, and leaving Foxy all alone. Foxy didn't want to be alone again. Mike stormed through the kitchen and Foxy watched him.
"what the hell are you staring at?" Mike hissed. Foxy's ears drooped and he flinched back. okay, so he was a little afriad of Mike, but it wasn't really Mike he was afraid of, it was his anger. he was afraid of his anger, mainly when it turned towards him. Mike glared at him. "go do something fucking useful!" Mike hissed. Foxy, on instinct, scrambled back flinching, ducking down and covering his head. he trembled slightly, his tail trimbling like a pups between his legs.
"I-I'm sorry." Foxy choked. Mike suddenly seemed to realize what he was doing and his ears drooped. he knelt beside Foxy, gently placing a hand on his shoulder, but Foxy jumped up, in his terrified trance, and ran for safety, locking himself in their room and then in ther closet.
"I-I'm sorry." Foxy cried softly. "I-I'll behave." Foxy whimpered. Mike watched him go and his heart throbed at Foxy's terrified whimper. Mike leaned against the door and tried to hear, Foxy's words made his heart hurt, badly.
"Foxy? love?" Mike ask softly. Dylan walked over to his mother.
"mama?" Dylan ask. Mike picked him up and kissed his cheek. "Foxy? baby open the door please?" Mike ask. Foxy whimpered. Mike put Dylan down. "go play with your sister baby." Mike said. he kissed his head and grabed the key. Mike unlocked the door and walked in. "baby?" Mike ask. Foxy curled up tighter.
"I-I won' d-do it again." Foxy whimpered. Mike opened the closet door and walked in. he knelt down huggin Foxy tightly.
"please, I'm sorry Foxy." Mike said. Foxy flinched in his hold.
"I-I'm so-sorry." Foxy whimpered. Mike held tighter.
"it's not your fault love. it's mine." Mike soothed. he kissed Foxy's head and held him tightly. he hadn't meant to send Foxy into another anxiety attack. he reached into Foxy pocket, pulling out his medicine. "here. here baby take this." Mike said. Foxy whimpered as Mike pushed it into his mouth and forced him to swallow it. Mike held Foxy gently, rocking him gently and rubbing his back. after about thirty minutes he felt Foxy relax. "I'm sorry love. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you. I didn't mean to send you into a attack." Mike said softly. Foxy's trembling slowly stopped and he nodded slightly. he sniffled slightly. "I'm not angry at you. I'm angry they want to take our kids away." Mike said. Foxy nodded silently against his shoulder. "are you alright love?" Mike ask. Foxy nodded quietly. Mike knew it would be ahile before Foxy would talk, it always was. he'd started carrying his medicine with him when Bonnie accidently sent him into an attack and he was almost hit by a car. Mike helpped him stand. "come on Foxy. why don't lay down for bit okay?" Mike ask. Foxy nodded and curled up into a ball on the bed. Mike handed him his pills and kissed his head, heading back to take care of their kids.
"mama?" Dylan ask. Mike picked him up. "dada?" Dylan ask.
"daddy's okay. he's right in there buddy. why don't you go make him feel better baby?" Mike said. Dylan nodded and toddled into the bed room.
"dada?" Dylan said softly. Foxy opened his eye's and looked down. he scooped up his son and kissed his head. "dada?" Dylan ask. Foxy smiled at him.
"hey buddy." Foxy said softly. Mike smiled hearing Foxy. Mike carried Vixy in,and layd with the other two on the bed.
"I'm sorry Foxy." Mike said again.
"it's alright Mikey. it happens." Foxy replied. Mike leaned over and kissed him deeply. Foxy smiled and kissed him back. he nuzzled their noses together then yelped. "ouch! Dylan." Foxy yelpped. he moved Dylan off him and curled up. Mike winced.
"baby?" Mike ask.
"I'm fine... it jus' hurts." Foxy muttered.
"want some ice love?" Mike ask. Foxy shook his head.
"no I'm fine." Foxy muttered, stretching out slightly. "they can' take our kids away. I won' let'em." Foxy said. Mike smiled.
"I won't either." Mike replied. Foxy smiled and cuddled his kids.
"I love ye guys." Foxy said, hugging the three tightly. Mike giggled and kissed his nose as there was a knock on the door. Foxy muttered and got up.
"dada! dada!" Dylan whimpered, reaching up. Foxy smiled and picked him up. he carried him to the door and opened it.
"hi untle Fozy!" Aaron giggled hugging his leg.
"hey. Aaron." Foxy chuckled and patted his head. Bonnie waived.
"hey Foxy. hope you don't mind us dropping by, but Aaron wanted to see his cousins." Bonnie shrugged. Foxy nodded.
"hey Mike!" Foxy called. Mike walked out with Vixy.