I well believe it has been raining here for the last three weeks! But that is how winter here in Amsterdam starts.
Mum did a well grand job on getting Erik’s room all done. Even the old dusty, dull desk that dad and I carried in was well polished and almost looked like new! Dad had the computer all set up, and Mum had nice drapes and a swell bedcover. I told them Erik was going to have a grand time sleeping on a bigger bed for a change! We all couldn’t wait to see his surprise when he saw his own room! I said I bet he gets weepy, and Mum said she bet we all would! I agreed! LOL
So, after lunch, I took the tram instead of having dad drive me. I said I wanted Erik to get to know the tram from school to here and back again for the times he might just come home on a weekend here if I was going to go to Ben’s or one of my other chum’s house after school.
Before I went to Erik’s room, I looked in on Marcus. It was well strange cuz he was fast asleep on his bed in the middle of the day. I wondered if it was because of the medication he was now taking? But he looked well cute laying there on his side in his skivs, so I went over to him and gave him a soft kiss on his cheek. He moved a little and rolled onto his back, but didn’t wake up. I kissed his forehead and quietly closed his door and went to get Erik.
He was patiently sitting on his bed reading a joke book, and when he saw me, he jumped up and leapt into my arms, smothering me with kisses! He grabbed his tote and we were off to the tram stop. I explained he needed to get to know which tram to get on and where to get off, in case he was coming for the weekend and I was not there, or staying at a chum’s house. He was well excited, asking if he was going to be staying at our house every weekend from now on. I told him we would well work out the details with Mum and dad and the Dean Master.
Once home, he made the rounds, giving Mum big hugs and kisses, and dad the same! Then he said he was going to put his tote in my room and dashed up the stairs. Mum, dad, and me were all smiles as we all went up to my room. Dad winked at me and nodded, and I told Erik to grab his tote and follow me. He looked well confused, but picked up his tote and we walked down the hall to the next room. I said, “Go ahead and open it and have a look.”
The first thing Erik did was look silently around the new blue room. His mouth was open as wide as his surprised eyes as he slowly turned in a circle looking at everything. Then he looked at the three of us smiling and asked, “Is this . . . my room?” Mum, dad, and I nodded, causing Erik to squeal with joy as he now walked around the room touching everything, bouncing his bum on the bed, opening the dresser draws, sitting at the desk, kneeling and feeling the carpet, and looking out the window. Then he turned and looked at the three of us and burst into sobs as he ran over and hugged me and we all had a well sweet group hug as he continued to sob. Mum was right! We all got weepy along with him!
After a bit, he calmed, sitting on the bed and just looking around again. “I well love my room! Thank you so much!” Both Mum and dad gave him a kiss and hug, and left the two of us alone. I explained to Erik that when he stayed here, this was his own room, adding “I have my room, and you now have yours.” He showed a bit of a pout, until I said, “You’re still my little brother.” He asked if we would still “do stuff,” and I gave him a hug and kiss, saying, “At times, yes. But you well have to understand, Erik. I have Ben and other chums that might spend the night in my room, or at times I might spend the night at their house. That’s when you, my little brother, need to well respect our privacy if one of my chums stays here. Just like if you have a chum, like Kyle or someone stay over in your room, I will well respect your privacy.”
Erik got well excited saying, “You mean I can have a chum sleep over?” I smiled and nodded, telling him he was family, adding, “But you just can’t bring a chum home without letting Mum and dad know well in advance, OK?” He said “Deal!” and gave me a kiss. Then he got well quiet as he was thinking. He looked at me and asked, “Amar? Can I call them . . . Mum and dad?” I kissed him and said that would be up to him and whatever he felt comfortable with.
So I sat on the bed and watched him while he unpacked his tote and put his things in one of the drawers, then putting his empty tote in the closet. Next I explained that he would use the loo in the hall. Again he pouted asking, “I won’t be sharing yours?” I said the one in the hall would be his own private loo, and the only time he’d be sharing my room and my loo was when Granny and Gramps came for Christmastime and they’d be in his room for a few days and he’d be sleeping in my room. That brought a well sexy smirk to his lips!
At dinner, dad outlined the rules to Erik. Dad and I talked earlier that it’d be better coming from him rather than me. He explained the house rules, that he’d be assigned chores, “Just like Amar has chores, you will too, Erik.” He went on to tell him about cleaning up after yourself and basic study rules, even though it was going to be during holiday, “You are expected to maintain good study habits. I’m sure Amar will help you with that.”
It was well cute at bedtime. He gave Mum a hug and kiss and said, “Goodnight, Mum.” Which brought a sweet tear to Mum’s eyes. Then in the study, he gave dad a hug and a kiss and said, “Goodnight, Sir.” Dad looked at me as I shrugged and he gave me a wink.
Erik followed me into my room and we sat on my bed. “Next time I want to bring my pajamas.” He whispered. I asked why, and he said, he remembered getting ready for bed and putting on his pajamas, and going into the kitchen to give his Mum a kiss goodnight. “She was already well pissered drunk each night, but it was well nice just being in my pajamas and kissing her goodnight. Whether she even remembered or not, it sure gave me a nice warm feeling in my tum.” He leaned his head against my shoulder and I hugged him into me, kissing the top of his head. I whispered, “I used to do the same with Mum when I was a bit younger. I’d be in my jams and give her and dad a kiss goodnight. I think Mum would like that if you did.”
Erik looked up at me and we had a well sweet kiss. He told me he was going to well love having me as a big brother, and I told him I already loved having him as my little brother. We kissed goodnight, and he got up and headed to the door. But then he turned and blushed. “I don’t have a handkerchief . . .” I snickered and gave him a clean one, and he kissed again me and headed to his room.
Somehow I knew he’d be back, though. And it was in the middle of the night that I felt him crawl into my bed and snuggle against me. He said he couldn’t sleep, “Cuz everything was all new to him.” I well understood and told him so, asking if there were any other reasons he couldn’t sleep. I didn’t need to see him smiling in the dark, but I knew he was.
After, we just cuddled each other and soon Eirk was fast asleep. But I convinced myself that we couldn’t get into this habit. He had his room and I had mine. If we did “stuff” that’s well fine, but I didn’t want him to get into the habit of sleeping all night in my bed. So I gently shook him awake, and led the groggy lad to his own room and his own bed, tucking him in and kissing him goodnight before returning to my own bed and drifting off to a well fine deep sleep!
I woke well refreshed, smelled bacon cooking, and walked down the hall to peek in on Erik. I was well amazed that he wasn’t in his room, but his bed was made well proper, and his packed tote was sitting on the chair! I walked down the hall and listened at the stairs and could hear my little brother and Mum chatting it up in the kitchen. It gave me a well warm feeling in my tum just then, and I smiled and headed to my loo to take a quick shower.
Erik gave me a sweet hug when I walked into the kitchen. Mum was well pleased that “Erik is such a sweet helper, setting the table and helping prepare breakfast!” It was a grand breakfast of eggs and bacon and even Erik helped prepare and bake the cinnamon buns topped with sweet icing!
Dad told Erik he would get him a pass for the tram. Mum said she wanted to take Erik shopping on his next visit so he could have “some things that stayed here in his room so he didn’t have to drag his tote with him every time he came ‘home’. Erik was so overwhelmed, he had another hug and sob session, which we all understood.
Erik wanted to “Catch the tram alone” so he could learn, and he kissed and hugged Mum and dad before I walked him to the tram stop, hugging him and making sure he got on the right one, explaining the stop he needed to get off to be at the school.
Back home, I hugged Mum and dad well tight, feeling the wuss in me and the tears flow. I thanked them for being so caring for Erik. They asked me if I was “fine with the situation”, and I knew they meant if I was jealous or anything. I told them I loved them and loved Erik as a little brother. I said I knew over the holiday there may be times that might get a bit “testy”, but having Erik here was what I wanted, and I knew it was what Mum and dad wanted – but most of all it was what Erik wanted. That was all that mattered. Because now he had a family again.