Several weeks had gone by. Within that time frame, there were a handful of times where Will had interacted with you.

The first occasion took place one morning while you were sitting on the dining room table, waiting as your mother was still getting ready for the day upstairs. According to the clock, it was still several minutes before the usual time in which Grell would finally come down the stairs. With her creative driving skills, you weren't concerned about being late to school. Since you still had some time to kill, you decided that now would be the time to go pour yourself a glass of milk. You stepped down from the chair and walked over to the fridge, opening it. Just as you were about to grab the milk jug, you spotted the wine bottle that you had helped Grell steal before.

You paused, staring at the bottle. Since the bottle had been obtained, you have mostly ignored it, not taking interest in any way. But for some reason this morning, that wine bottle intrigued you. Through the glass, when you looked closely, you could see that there was still a decent amount of liquid inside.

It was then that you remembered that adults enjoyed this liquid. But you never understood what was so exciting about alcohol.

Perhaps you can find out today.

You took out the wine bottle and removed the cork, which came off easily as it had already been opened previously. You brought the tip of the bottle towards your nose, scrunching up your nose and flinching back slightly after you took a whiff. The smell was strange. Nothing like you've ever smelled before. The aroma was fruity and almost like juice with a very bitter twist. Despite the unpleasant scent to your young nostrils, a large part of you wondered if the taste was any different than how it smelled. Something told you that you shouldn't be doing this, but there was still a little bit of time before Grell was going to be downstairs and it was only going to be one sip.

After taking a moment to mentally prepare yourself, you brought the bottle towards your lips using both of your hands. Just as you were about to tilt the bottle upwards to allow the liquid to flow into your mouth, the bottle was abruptly snatched away from your hands. You looked up and discovered that the culprit was Will. You hadn't heard him at all approaching you.

Shocked at his sudden appearance, you looked up at him, who looked right back down at you. Your throat closed up, preventing you from saying a word or making a sound of any kind. Your already small self felt even smaller.

"This isn't for children," Will stated. While you were expecting a scolding or punishment from having been caught doing something you weren't supposed to do, he didn't sound any more stern than he usually did. Holding the bottle with one hand, he held out his hand. That was when you realized that you still had the cork that sealed the bottle. You handed it to him.

"You wouldn't like it, anyway," Will continued as he put the cork back in the bottle. "You can have this when you come of age. I'm sure your mother will be more than happy to share a glass of wine with you then." He set the bottle back where it was before and shut the fridge.

"Now, if you excuse me, I need to get going before I'm late for work. Have a good day at school." Will adjusted his glasses. You watched as he left the room.

The second occasion happened on another morning before your mother took you to school. You were waiting downstairs, as usual, for your mother to finish getting ready for the day. That was when you noticed the door inside of the kitchen.

You've always known it was there, and Grell had mentioned that this door led to the basement. On your initial arrival, Grell had mentioned that the basement, just like hers and Will's room, was off limits. But you had been so busy enjoying your new life with your new family that you had never paused and thought about what could possibly be behind that door. Could it perhaps be some secret creature or monster? Not a single sound had emerged from behind that door, but to your imaginative young self, it made some sense.

Just what possibly could be in the basement that prevented you from venturing down there? You decided to take a look. Just a peek wouldn't hurt, right?

Remember the mini incident involving the wine, you looked around you, making sure that your mother's husband was nowhere to be seen. Once you were sure that the coast was clear, you walked towards the door. When you were standing within a foot away from the door frame, you slowly reached up for the knob only for a long, metal rod to shoot horizontally from your left right in front of you. Startled, you instinctively jerked your hand back. You turned your head to see that the source of the rod came from the one and only: William T. Spears.

Just how did he manage to get here so fast?

You stared at him as the rod retracted back into the tool that resembled some sort of gardening tool.

What was he holding a gardening tool for, you wondered.

"Just what do you think you're doing?" Will said.

Although he didn't exactly appear nor sound angry, his icy, stone-cold gaze sent chills down your spine. Standing directly in front of him was merely a reminder of how tall he was compared to you.

"Um.." You managed to choke out nervously. "Nothing?"

Will raised an eyebrow slightly. "The basement is off limits," he told you before turning away.

"What's in the basement?" You asked him as he began to walk out of the room.

Will halted in his tracks. He looked over his shoulder at you. There was a moment of silence for a full three seconds.

"Nothing of your interest," Will finally stated. He turned back around so that he was facing you. "The basement is mostly filled with several boxes, documents, among other things. It's very cluttered. It would be dangerous for you to venture there. It's just a rule Grell and I made for your safety. I strongly recommend that you obey that rule," he added.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to get going." Without another word, Will turned around once more and headed out for work, leaving you alone in the kitchen.

Something told you to not make another attempt to look in the basement. Even if you were daring enough to do so, despite what Will had just told you, your mother had finally come downstairs.

"I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long!" Grell announced as she appeared by the kitchen. She flashed her large, cheshire-like grin. Even though she was standing several feet away from you, you could smell her floral aroma that came from the perfume she was wearing.

"Are you ready, darling?" She asked. You nodded enthusiastically and grabbed your backpack that was resting on the chair before following your mother out the door.

Other than those two incidents, the only other times that you and Will spoke were at dinner time after he came home from work.

Oddly enough, you've come to find that you "liked" Will best when the three of you were all gathered for dinner. Though he still maintained an intimidating demeanor, he seemed the most relaxed and less threatening when he was sitting down eating his meal.

"Did you have an alright day at school, (Y/N)?" Was what Will normally asked you.

"Yes, it was," you responded. It always felt strange casually conversing with him, no matter how much time passed thus far.

"Learn anything interesting?"

"Mostly colored and played some games."

That was generally how conversations went between the both of you. Although it was short, you were relieved that it was over. But just that brief interaction was enough to get your mother beaming.

"Look at you two bonding! It's just the highlight of my day!" Grell squealed excitedly as she hugged herself.

As long as it made your mother happy, the these awkward moments were worth it.

Shortly after dinner, you were receiving your good night hugs and kisses from your mother when you heard Will say "Good night, (Y/N)" from the couch.

You were hoping to ignore him, but Grell wasn't having it. Before she released the hug, she whispered fiercely in your ear, "Say good night back! Don't be rude…"

"Good night…" You responded, not wanting to further cross your mother.

With a smile, Grell stood back up and ruffled your hair. "Alright, off to bed!" She said to you before practically flinging herself on the couch to sit next to her lover.

You headed up the stairs to perform your usual night routine. As you tucked yourself into bed, you remembered some moments where your mother mentioned wanting you and Will to bond more. As of now, two full months have passed since your arrival. While you were able to accept Grell as your mother long before you stepped into your new home, hardly any progress was made between you and Will. He was polite enough to talk to you at times including brief chats at dinner, greeting you when he came home, and saying good night to you before you went to bed. But other than that, he was indifferent to you. There was nothing fatherly about him. It was obvious he wasn't good with children at all, especially ones at your age. Just what was there to bond about?

As you drifted off to sleep, you thought about how there was no possible way to ever accept a man like Will as your father.