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“Guys, I have someone for you to meet!” Kristin said as she opened the door.
“Oooh is it a new puppy?!” Tommy said, running into the room.
“Haha, no Tommy, not a puppy. I have a new big brother for you, though!” Kristin said. “TECHNO! Come down please!”
“Why, though? I was fine-” He started. “Who’s that kid?”
“H-hi! I—WOWW—I’m your new brother. My name is Wilbur!” Wil said, trying to keep his voice steady.
“Oh,” Techno said.
“Techno, be nice. You’re still the oldest. He’s not too much younger than you, however.” Kristin said sternly.
“Hi, Wilbur! I’m Tommy and I’m 7! How old are you?”
“Hey, Tommy! I’m 11 years old.”
“I thought you said he was younger, mom! He’s the same age as me.” Techno said. “You lied.”
“No, I didn’t. He’s a few months younger than you.” Kristin said, trying not to raise her voice. “Sorry about that, Wilbur.”
“It’s—DAMN YOU—fine., Wilbur said smiling. “Where’s my room at?”
“Momma? Can I show him? I know where it is!” Tommy asked.
“Yes, that's fine, Tommy.”
“Yay! C’mon!” Tommy said, grabbing Wilbur’s hand.
“O-oh! Okay!” Wil replies. “Let’s—OOP—go then!”
Tommy ran up the stairs, still pulling in Wilbur’s arm.
“Can I ask you a question first?” Tommy asked.
“Sure, anything.”
“Why do you make weird noises?”
Wilbur knew that question was coming. Someone always asks.
“Well, I have a disorder called Tourette Syndrome. It causes my brain to make sounds I can’t control.” Wilbur explained. He was trying to put it into words a little kid can understand.
“Ohh. Why do you have t-t-torets?” Tommy tried to ask. He can’t pronounce what Wil just said.
“Haha. I don’t know bud. I was born with them.”
“Oh. Do I have torets?” Tommy asked worriedly.
“No no, only I have them. You would have been making sounds like me if you did have Tourettes.” Wil answered laughing a little.
“Okay! Let’s go to your room!” Tommy said grabbing Wilbur’s arm again.
“Woah! Okay—WOO—then!” The two went to Wil’s new room.
Wil was speechless. The room was so big!
“Do you like it? This used to be Daddy’s office. Now it’s all yours!” Tommy said excitedly. “And it’s right by my room. Mine is right here!” He pointed at the door next to him.
“I don’t like it… I love it!” Wilbur said. He wanted to have a little fun with Tommy.
“Yay! Let’s go back to Momma!” Tommy replied, taking Wil’s arm again.
“He likes it, Momma!”
“Good! I'm glad. Is it big enough Wilbur?” Kristin asked.
“Oh, it’s huge! Much better than my room at the adoption center.” Wil answered.
“Momma, did you know Wilbur has torets?”
“Torets? What’s-”
“He’s talking about my Tourettes” Wilbur whispered.
“Ohh haha. Yes, Tommy, I did know that. The adoption worker told me about it,” Kristin replied.
“Wait, she—WOOW—did? She didn’t tell me that…” Wilbur said.
“Yes. Miss Puffy told me a bit about you when you were packing your things,”
“Wait. Then why were you yelling at her when I came back?” Wil asked.
Kristin was speechless. “Y-you heard all of that conversation, didn’t you, Wil?”
Wilbur looked down, ashamed a little. He nodded.
“Oh, boy. I’m sorry. You weren’t-”
“Don’t apologize. You did nothing wrong…mom…” Wilbur said smiling nervously.
Kristin smiled wide. “Don’t be afraid to call me that, okay? Just because we’re not blood-related, does not mean you are not my son.”
Just then, the door opened. The dad was home. Wilbur started shaking a little bit, but Tommy came over and took Wil’s hand.
“It’s okay, Wilby! Daddy’s not scary. He just looks scary.” Tommy whispered in his ear.
“Thanks, Toms.”
“Oh, hello! A-are you one of Techno’s friends?” Phil asked.
“N-no. I’m your—DAMN YOU B—new a-a-adoptive son. Kristin adopted me this morning.” Wilbur said, kinda quietly.
“Oh right! I forgot about that. I’m so sorry! My name is Philza or Phil. But if/when you feel comfortable, you can call me dad.”
“O-Okay. Sounds—FUDGESICLES—good,” Wilbur answered and nodded.
“Is it okay—AH—if i go to my room?”
“Of course, Wilbur! You dont need to ask” Phil says smiling.
Wil nodded and headed to his room to decompress.
A little bit later, Wilbur heard a knock on the door. “C-come in!”
Tommy was at the door. “Wilby? Can i hang out with you?”
Wil smiled. “Of–DAM—course you can, little man”
Tommy smiled. “Okay! What should we do?”
“Well, what do you like to do?”
Tommy thought hard about that. “Hmmm, I like to play Minecraft! Do you want to play it with me?”
Wil nodded and followed Tommy downstairs.
“We have Minecraft on the Xbox-” Tommy started to say. “Aww, Techno’s playing right now” Tommy finished, sounding upset.
Wil smiled. “Thats okay, we — ACK — can play later. What else do you like?”
Tommy thought again. “Hmmm…i like reading…im not too good at reading, though…”
“I can read some books to you if you would like?”
Tommy smiled wide and nodded happily. “Yeah yeah yeah!”
Wilbur chuckled at Tommy. “Alright, lets go to your room and you pick out some books for us, okay?”
Tommy nodded and ran up to his room, Wilbur close behind.
The two went into Tommy’s bedroom, where Tommy had multiple books laying on the floor.
“I dont know which one to pick!”
“How bout we read as many as we can that you have. Does that sound okay?”
Tommy nodded and picked up a book.
He went over to Wilbur and he picked Tommy up and placed him on his lap.
Tommy laid on Wil’s shoulder as he read to him.
*about an hour later*
“Well, little man, we got through all of the books you wanted. Should—OOH— we see if dinner is ready?”
Tommy nodded and grabbed Wilbur’s arm. “C’mon!”
Wil laughed softly and went with Tommy
“Momma? Is dinner ready yet?” Tommy asks.
“Actually, i just finished it! Perfect timing boys.” Kristin tells them. “Techno! Games off, dinner is ready!” She yells into the living room.