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The Bosko Fam #2

Without any other words, Coworker turned to the stairs, mentally preparing him for whatever Protag was going to put him through. He knew his partner well enough to know just what he might be thinking at certain times. It's just the effect of being together for so long. Just as got to the second step of the stairs, he heard a faint whisper, causing him to turn around to look down at his son who now had his arms wrapped around himself.

"Am I a bad son?" Winnie whispered, looking away from Coworker with a few tears pooling in his eyes. He felt horrible, his stomach churned at the thought of what his mother must be thinking of him. He closed his eyes, a deep frown on his trembling lips. Coworker watched from his place on the stairs, feeling a part of him yell at him to do something. Internally sighing, he spoke up, "Protag does overreact, but it's only because he loves you."

"I know..." Winnie sniffed, a little choked sob escaping his lips. He didn't mean to upset his mother. With a shaky inhale, Winnie turned away from Coworker to wipe his tears. Coworker decided to take his leave and headed up the stairs without a second thought. Now he had to deal with his husband, not really the most ideal of things on his list, but it was his responsibility by the end of the day.

Winnie remained in his spot, unsure of what he should do. He knew he had to apologize to his mother somehow and explain how those cigarettes ended up with him in the first place. Without any more time to waste, Winnie climbed up the stairs and made his way to his parents' bedroom door, which seemed to have been left slightly open. Winnie took a peek inside, noticing his mother's gaze on the cigarette box and his father leaning against a table in the corner as he talked to his mother.

"I'm just worried, Coworker. I'm worried that Winnie has used one of these cigarettes before." Protag spoke, still fiddling with the box anxiously. Coworker leaned off the table he was previously pm before walking over to the bed where Protag was sitting, towering over the other male.

"Babe, stop worrying, he's not a little kid anymore." Coworker spoke next, his arms wrapping around Protag's figure to give him a hug. There really wasn't much for him to so aside from listen and reply, although on some occasions it would be listen and stay quiet.

"That's the point Coworker! He's not a little kid anymore!" Protag exclaimed, shaking his head but accepting the hug, "I don't want him to make bad decisions. I don't want him to smoke, even if we once did."

At that, Winnie looked away, feeling horribly guilty for his actions. He was starting to deeply regret ever accepting that box from those 'cool kids' now. It seriously wasn't worth it. Why did he do it anyway? Maybe he wanted to fit in like Augustine did, but Augustine didn't smoke or drink just because the other kids did. He was his own person. Oh God, he was such an idiot for blindly following those irresponsible teens now.

Sucking in his mistakes for now, Winnie brought a hand up to his parents' bedroom door, knocking it before opening the door a little wider to make his presence. Maybe he should do what his dad told him and tell his mom the truth straight off the bat.

"Mama? Can I come in?" Winnie asked shyly, he didn't know how to progress or where to start from, but he was going to try his best for his mama. Protag and Coworker both perked up at the sound of their son, Protag pulling away from Coworker to look at his son.

"You can come in, Winnie. It's fine." Coworker replied for Protag, sitting down next to his partner on the bed and glancing between the two before turning his attention to a mirror adjacent to him so he could fix his hair. Clearly all this unnecessary drama had made him forget to make sure he always looked his best.

"Mama, I promise I didn't smoke any of the cigarettes in that box. I promise!" Winnie exclaimed, walking closer to where his parents sat. Protag frowned, taking a glance at the cigarette box lying next to him before looking up at Winnie.

"Then why were they in your car?" Protag asked, looking at his son as he held up the box for him to see, "Why did you even have these in your car in the first place?"

"The cool kids did it, so when I asked them about it they gave me the box and told me to try it." Winnie explained, looking away from Protag in embarrassment. He couldn't believe he admitted to his own naïve actions from the past, but it was better than his mother coming down to worse conclusions. Protag's eyes softened upon noticing his son's sheepish demeanor and smiled slightly. No matter how old Winnie was, he always seemed to remind Protag of the little boy he raised.

Coworker, who had been fixing his hair, stopped to look at the two of them before glancing at Winnie and going back to his hair. His focus still on his reflection, but it was obvious he was listening in on them. Protag sighed before tossing the cigar box behind him.

"I believe you. Just please don't ever accept anything like that from anybody ever, even if you know them." Protag spoke and Winnie instantly relaxed, a big grin on his face as he nodded repeatedly.

"Of course Mama! I'll make sure to never ever accepting anything from anyone!" Winnie chirped happily. Seeing his mother happy made him happy and vice versa as Protag smiled and pulled his son in for a hug.

END.