Garry honestly lost count of the days that he knew Clara and Willy. Ib enjoyed Willy's company enough so whenever they had the chance too, the two adults would set up playdates. Garry learned quickly just how busy Clara is. He suspected much, she is a single mother with a hyper 5-year old.

Her family helped a lot, he learned. But he could see her exhaustion whenever they saw each other, he could hear it in her voice when they made plans or just simply talked. The woman had so many things on her plate, Garry felt exhausted thinking about it himself.

He onced asked her if Willy's father helped in anyway, or where he was, but Clara's only response was; "Oh, you know... around."

Garry dropped the topic quickly after that.

So when his phone rang and he saw it was Clara, Garry didn't really hesitate to pick up. He could easily say that he's grown attached to both Willy and his mother quickly. Hell, he might say he's grown a crush on Clara. But that may be because she would blatantly flirt with him.

"Garry? Hey, I need a favor. I understand if you can't do it or-" he cut her off, "Whoa. Whoa, Clara. Calm down, what's wrong?" Garry heard her take a deep breath and release it slowly, again he could hear the exhaustion and the agitation she held.

"My work shift runs late today and Jean can't take care of Willy and I don't know anybody else who will," she paused for a breath, "So I was wondering if you could take care of him for me? I understand if you can't and I could try to find someone else but if you can that'll be great." Over the line he could hear some rustling and Clara murmuring something to someone (he suspects William).

"What time will you be home?"

"Nine or ten, it depends on how long it takes for me to get home. Are you able to do it?"

Garry bit his bottom lip, thinking for a moment before answering; "Yeah, sure, what time should I be there?"

When he rang the doorbell, the door was swung open almost immediately. There stood Clara, dressed in her one of her work uniforms. Despite the weariness in her eyes she still gave him the grin he grew to love. "Thank you again so much Garry."

"It's no problem, really," he gave her a small smile, Willy had seem to recognise that Garry was there, and had laughed, running towards him and hugging his legs, "Mr. Puwple! Mommy said you were coming!" the blond kid looked up at him, giggling and grinning.

Garry looked over to Clara, raising an eyebrow with a smile on his face, "Mr. Purple?" he asked. She laughed and nodded, "It's your hair. I should get going, thanks again for taking care of Willy." "It's not a problem at all," Willy had begun tugging Garry deeper inside. Clara had bent down to her son, kissing his head through blond curls then standing at her full height.

"He usually goes to sleep around eightish. If you both get hungry there's stuff you came make dinner with in the fridge, he usually eats dinner around four or five. Try not to let him watch to much tv, he has an obsession with the Power Rangers and he will never settle for a nap or bed after episodes of it. You know my job number right? If anything call me by my cell." He put his hand on her shoulder, "We'll be fine, don't worry."

And then she gave him a tight hug, "Thank you again." And kneeled and kissed Willy, giving him a hug as well, "Mommy will be home soon." Clara ran over things with Garry again (which wasn't necessary but it probably calmed her nerves).

By the time that Clara was gone, he and Willy were colouring. He noticed that colouring was probably the little boy's favourite pass time. Several times during this, Willy lift his colouring page to Garry and point to the lines, and say; "Look! Inside the lines!" and then he would give him the same grin that he shared with his mother.

So they spent probably around an hour just colouring in the pictures for drawing books. By the end, the blue crayon and the red crayon were both used to the nub. That's when Garry suggest they play something else.

Willy was actually easy to watch over, despite the fact he was hyper, but aren't most toddlers? Even though he did have the habit of slamming some toys to the ground like his cars. But Garry attempted to make sure he stopped slamming the toys to the ground.

There was also the fact that Willy had left several legos on the ground, which Garry stepped on. He had to bite his thumb to stop the string of curses that wanted to force their way out.

Around four, Garry began cooking dinner, Willy helping (slightly). Dinner was basically Mac n' Cheese and asparagus. "And then we add the cheese, and after we add the cheese what do we do?" "We stiw," Willy answered, the baby lisp coming into play with his words. "Right, we stir," Garry began to stir the macaroni.

When that was finished Garry was cutting the asparagus and Willy watched him.

"Now, Willy, who uses the knives in your house?"

"You."

"Uh, yeah. And who doesn't use the knives?"

"Mommy."

Garry chuckled, "No, you don't. Mommy is allowed to use the knives." "No, mommy doesn't." Willy pouted, this conversation continued on for a little while longer.

When dinner was finished and eaten, Willy and him sat on the couch and watched some Power Rangers, Willy very excited about it. The show seemed less impressive now that Garry was older, and he wasn't sure if punching someone awake was really an effective idea. It wasn't until the Willy was snuggled up in his side that he realised that there were toys everywhere.

Garry would've gotten up and cleaned it up, but somehow Willy was laying ontop of him, snuggling tightly and snoring, and he was on the couch. he could barely reach to turn the tv off. Eventually he, himself, started to fall asleep.

When Clara came home, she almost stepped on a toy truck, and cursed loudly when she stepped on a lego. Placing her keys in where they belonged, kicking aside her shoes, she turned her head to the sound of snoring.

Walking as quietly as she could towards the couch, she looked over and stifled a laugh at the sight of Willy practically punching Garry in his sleep, who was drooling ever so slightly.

Clara reached over, taking Willy as gently as she could from Garry, who then woke up mid-snore, opening an eye at her. Shuffling Willy ever so slightly to put a finger to her lips as signal to be quiet, she watched him sit up before leaving to change and put Willy to bed.

When she came back she saw that Garry was picking up the leftover toys on the floor and bent down to help him. "That was actually pretty cute," she laughed, and he blushed, "Sorry about the toys on the floor."

Clara shrugged, "You should be more sorry for the lego I stepped on."

"Yeah I stepped on one too."

When Garry was leaving Clara smiled at him, "Thanks again. He likes you a lot." "He calls me Mr. Purple," Garry laughed. She nodded, "Yeah, he does. But you are purple," she then reached up, ruffling his hair.

"Well, you are too."

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