"Oh, stop being such a baby."
"But, Bea, it hurts!"
"Tom. It's just a sliver. Now stop moving!"
Tom tenses as you pull the small piece of wood out of his finger.
"See? That wasn't so bad."
Tom huffs and sits back on the couch. All you can do is roll your eyes. Sometimes you're convinced he's a five year old in the body of a fully grown man. Quite an attractive man, though. You think.
"Look at the size of that thing! It's huge!"
You raise an eyebrow at him. You've never gotten a sliver this small stuck your finger. You decide to let him have his moment and be a baby, since he would only be in the trailer for about another five minutes.
"Hey, what are you doing after filming tonight? I rented some movies, and I thought that you might want to join me."
It's a Thursday, and you have the next three days off, a rare occurrence.
"Sorry, Tom, but I'm babysitting."
"My sister is in town, but it's on business, so I offered to watch my nephew for the weekend."
"Mhm. It'll be fun."
"How old is he?"
"Four and a half."
Tom nods and is quiet for a moment, like he's thinking about something.
"Why don't the three of us hang out tonight? I'll bring pizza and movies."
You think about it before nodding. It could be fun.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
"I can get it!" the four year old screams, running for the door before you have a chance to register where the sound is coming from.
"Hi," the boy says to the tall man in the hallway.
"Hello there," Tom smiles. "What's your name?"
"My name's Jamie, and I'm not supposed to talk to strangers," he says, slamming the door in Tom's face.
You laugh and walk to the door, opening it to see Tom standing there looking unsure of what to do.
"That's not funny," Tom says, trying to hide a smile.
"Yes it is," you continue laughing. "Jamie, this is Tom. Tom, this is my nephew, Jamie."
"Nice to meet you, Jamie," Tom kneels down so he is closer to the child's height.
"Are you Billie's boyfriend?"
"Ehehehe. No, I'm not."
"Oh, because there's a picture of you on her com...her compoo...her compooter."
"Oh?" Tom looks at you, raising his eyebrows and you feel your face going hot. He grins when he sees you blush. "Oh, Bea! I never knew you cared!" he cries, his words dripping with sarcasm as he launches himself in your direction.
"Shut up," you groan, pushing the Brit away.
Jamie looks confused, still trying to figure out how to say the word "computer" correctly. You pick him up and toss him on the couch, causing him to burst into a fit of giggles. He jumps off and runs back to you, begging you to do it again. These actions are repeated twice before you tell him it's time to eat. The three of you sit down with pizza and a movie. Very little of the movie is seen though, because Jamie and Tom decide it's fun to pick on you.
After being poked, tickled, and jumped on, you're hiding under a blanket underneath the kitchen table. You realize the room has been silent for far too long and decide it's time to venture from your hiding place to see what's going on. It's bad enough when a four year old is being too quiet, but you really get concerned when Tom is being too quiet.
You look around the living room and the kitchen. Nothing. Next is the bathroom. You peek your head around the corner. The shower curtain moves and you smile, sneaking up to it and pulling it back.
"Boo! Huh? Where's T-"
Hands attack your sides from behind you and you gasp for air as Tom makes sure that your laughter fills the bathroom. You sink onto the floor, Tom and Jamie tickling you the entire way down.
"Please...I....can't breathe!" you gasp through your laughter. They don't stop. You try to crawl away, failing miserably. Soon you're released from the torture as your two enemies fall laughing onto the floor next to you. You all lie on the floor for a few minutes, nobody talking.
"Bea," Tom whispers.
"Hm?" You look over to see Tom motioning to Jamie, who was lying on Tom's chest, asleep.
"No way. Three minutes ago he was wildly torturing me, and now he's alseep?"
Tom shrugs and carefully lifts himself and Jamie off the floor.
"Where should I put him?"
You motion for him to follow you and you lead him down the hall to the spare bedroom. With Jamie tucked away safely in his bed, and his night light shining brightly, you and Tom head back into the living room.
"So, I didn't know you had any siblings," Tom states curiously.
"Hm? Oh, yeah, I've got six of them."
"Mhm. I've got two older brothers, two older sisters, one younger brother, and one younger sister."
"How old is the youngest?"
"My sister just turned fifteen."
"You're kidding! She's twelve years younger than you?"
You nod. "She's coming to stay with me in a couple of weeks, now that school's out. I'm sure she'd love to meet you."
"I'd like that. I'd like that a lot."
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