Second Chance Mama!ReaderxYoung/Chibi!2p!Countries: 2p!France
“Mommy, are you sure you are doing it right?” Oliver, the boy you had recently taken into your home, asked you. You glared down at the charred contents of the skillet. You were an excellent cook; you just had no skill when it came to learning something new.
“Sweetie, it takes Mommy as few tries to make it eatable.” You said. “How about we go out for dinner instead?” Oliver grinned up at you.
“Great.” You quickly snatched up your purse and car keys and herded Oliver out to your car. It was a short drive to the diner; a quaint little place a few blocks from your house that you and Oliver both adored. You were both inside when Oliver tugged on your jacket.
“Mommy, I forgot my bowtie in the car.” You smiled and ruffled his hair.
“M’kay, do you want to get it yourself or do you want me to come with you?”
“I can go alone Mommy.”
“Okay, be quick, I’ll order for you while you’re gone. The usual, right?” Oliver nodded his head before dashing out the doors and heading back to the car.
I felt so happy that my new mommy, (Name), was letting me go to the car by myself! Talk about a show of trust. I made my way over to the car and got my bright pink bowtie without any problems. It wasn’t until I was heading back toward the diner that the trouble started. These older boys, high school students probably, blocked my path. They had been hanging out in the alley so I didn’t see them.
“Hey freak,” the big one said, “what’s up with the lame tie?” I checked behind myself to see the poor bloke that they were making fun of only there was no one behind me.
“Pardon me,” I said politely, (Name) was always talking about how it was very important to be polite and nice to everyone, “are you talking to me?”
“Sure are, pipsqueak.” Said the second one.
“What’s the deal with the freaky looking tie?” The first one asked again. I smiled down at my bowtie and stroked it lovingly.
“Bowties are cool!” I said. The older boys exchanged a look before they pushed me into the alley. By this time, I was beginning to fret. What if (Name) got worried about me? How was I going to get out of this one? Suddenly a new voice spoke up.
“Didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s rude to pick on midgets?” The voice sounded hard and uncaring but, I reminded myself, the owner of that voice must be a nice person if they were helping me.
“Oh yeah? What do you care?” The second boy asked. The unknown voice let out a harsh laugh that sounded like shattering glass. When they didn’t get a response, the two boys leapt at the unknown voice. There were two sharp cries then both boys were on the ground. I crept closer to the mouth of the alley to try to get a look at my savior. My curious eyes were met with a boy of about ten years of age with greasy blonde hair and tired looking blue eyes, smoking a cigarette. Just as he started walking away, I called after him.
“Hey wait!” He turned.
“What?” He sounded annoyed.
“What’s your name?”
“I’m Oliver (Last name), formerly Oliver Kirkland. I just wanted to- Hey! Where are you going?” Midway through Oliver’s speech, Jacques had started to walk away.
“What’s it look like? I’m leaving.”
“B-But I wanted to ask you to have dinner with me and my mother.” Jacques considered the invitation before shrugging.
“Whatever, it’s not like I’ve got anything better to do.” Together Jacques and Oliver walked inside the diner.
You stared intensely at Oliver’s quickly cooling plate of food.
“He should have been back by now,” you muttered.
“Mommy?” You looked up to see Oliver standing a little away from the table, looking at you with worry in his eyes.
“Oliver, I was beginning to worry about you. Where have you been?” Oh dear, you truly had become a mother. Oliver smiled sheepishly as he slid into the booth opposite you.
“Well, I went to the car, got my bowtie, got held up by some meanies, and-”
“What?! Did they hurt you?” You demanded, looking him over carefully.
“No, Jacques saved me.”
“Me.” Jacques said sliding into the booth beside Oliver.
“I see…” You didn’t know what it was, but something about Jacques reminded you of Oliver, which was odd considering there were no similarities. You stared at Jacques until he grew uncomfortable and looked away from you.
“You don’t have a place to stay do you?” You asked bluntly. Jacques looked up at you, surprised.
“What makes you think that?”
“Your clothes, you smell like you haven’t showered in a while, and there’s something in your eyes. Tell you what, you saved my Oliver and to show my thanks you can come live with me and Ollie.”
“I don’t need charity.” Jacques snarled. You rolled your eyes.
“Maybe you don’t but why look a gift horse in the mouth?”
“Never mind. It’s a good deal honestly, free food, a warm place to stay; it’s great except for the soul sucking demon that lives in the basement.” Jacques gave you a calculating look, attempting to figure out if you were kidding.
“So, what do you say?” Jacques shrugged.
“Free food.” Was all he said.