For Butterfly and Thomas

[autohomicide]

Mike hadn’t woke up Butterfly or Thomas when His mom and brother arrived. It was still early in the morning. After helping them both inside Mike sat down with his mom and let her hold Dolores. While she chatted cheerfully with her granddaughter, Mike caught up with Bob. They were deep in a conversation about his latest stunt and how to better

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[youngparker]

Thomas woke up slowly rubbing his face as he slid out from under the covers. He staggered toward the kitchen in his car pajamas and socks. He stopped when he saw the new people sitting there with his father. He walked over and leaned against Mike,"Dad?"

Thomas kept a particularly close eye on the man holding his sister wondering why he seemed familiar.

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Momma McKay and Bob watched the boy smiling especially when Mike gave him a hug.

They're alright. That's your Uncle Bob and your grandma.

[youngparker]

He smiled shyly at them still pressed against Mike's side. "Hi. It's nice to meet you."

Thomas chewed on his bottom lip.

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You must be Thomas. Mama McKay smiled and reached over brushing his hair away from his eyes. Mike's told us all about you.

[youngparker]

He smiled at her and nodded. "I'm Thomas. He told me about you guys too."

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And what did he say? Mike just let the two of them talk. He knew it would take time for Thomas to get used them.

[youngparker]

"That you were coming to visit. Oh and that you would like me,"he nodded and shifted a little away from Mike.

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You're my grandson. There is no way that I wouldn't like you. She said it with sincerity because she really meant it.

[youngparker]

"My first grandpa didn't like me. My uncle didn't either."

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There are plenty of people who aren't nice in the world. I'm sorry you had to meet some of them.

[youngparker]

"It's ok Dad and Mama are really nice."

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I raised my boys right. She smiled watching Bob give Dolores to Mike.

[youngparker]

He smiled gently stroking the baby's hand.

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It was Bob that was talking to him now. Like that little sister of yours?

[youngparker]

"I like her a lot. I help take care of her when dad is at work."

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I helped your grandma raise your dad when he was small. We were about the same as you two are. Bob smiled unsure if he should move after what Mike had told him about the boy being afraid of things he wasn't used to.