Room 1-28 (COMPLETED)

I Need You Do Something For Me

(Self Harm Warning)

Nico

It's been a week since Biancas Funeral...that was so hard.

We had a service and viewing, but then we had her cremated. We are waiting for her ashes.

Conner hasn't named the baby yet. He has till the end of the month, but he's been struggling.

Will and I are over every day, but him and I are worried about Conner...

He's not neglecting the baby. He's always healthy and clean... but Conner won't cuddle him, won't hold him. Won't look at him.

I think when I come over, I'm the one interacting with him the most. When I look at him, I see Bianca. I feel so close to him.

Will loves to hold him, but I think he sees me light up with the baby, so he always gives him back to me after a bit.

I have a name in mind, but when I went to ask Conner if he'd like to hear it, he just shook his head and said later.

I want to be patient... I haven't been the best either, but... this is my nephew, my sister's baby boy. He... needs to at least name the baby.

I don't know. Maybe I'm out of line.

"Nico..." I hear, and I look up, and Will is handing me a plate of French Toast.

"Thank you, Sunshine." I whisper, and he kisses my head.

"When you're done, we'll head over to Conners." He says, and I nod slowly, sighing.

"I'm worried about him." I mutter, and Will sighs and pulls up the other dining room chair close to me.

"I know, Kitten me too... all we can do is be there for him and the baby. He'll get there." He says, and I nod as he kisses my head.

Suddenly, there's a knock at the door confusing the both of us.

"Was someone supposed to come over?" He asks, and I shake my head, and him and I get up, heading to the door.

He opens it, and I step to the side behind him, and my eyes widen.

"Hey...can I talk to you two?" Conner asks, holding the baby in the carseat with him.

"Yeah, of course, we were just about to come see you." I said, reaching for the baby carseat as Will opens the door wider as Conner walks in.

We sit on the couch, and I unbuckle the baby and hold him close to me.

"Here's his bottle. I made it before we left ." Conner says, handing me the still warm bottle.

"What's going on, Conner?" I ask as I start to feed the baby.

"Um... okay, so...fuck." Conner stammers, and tears start falling down his face, startling me.

"Hey, what's going on?" Will asks, sitting next to him, putting a hand on Conners shoulder.

"You guys are going to think horrible of me." He whispers, and I frown.

"No, we wont...things have been bad lately... I haven't been handling things well either." I say softly, looking down at the baby.

"I... haven't at all. Handling things...I'll take care...of his needs, feeding, changing, bathing, when he cries for no reason, I'll comfort him... but that's it... I can't... I'm a horrible father." He sobs gripping his hair.

Will looks at me, eyes widening, and glances down at Conners wrists.

I put the baby in the carseat and reached over, gently taking Conners arm, and he tensed.