dad to Finley
There were a lot of things that had happened in the last year or more that had Zennon wondering what on Earth he was supposed to be doing with his life, or, better question being, what on Earth was he supposed to do now. He’d suffered some pretty poor grades in his last year despite his best efforts, and though he’d been trying to make up for them he had no real guarantees that his best efforts were enough. He didn’t know if his dream career was in jeopardy of failing to become a reality and so he’d been focusing as much as he could on his family - on Sam, Finley and of course the tattered remains of his siblings and mother. Losing Elsie and their father they way they had changed them. Of course it changed them, people didn’t go through things like that and not change. It was ridiculous to think that it could be normal again after all that had happened. His father and Elsie were such huge elements in his life and losing both of them together, on Rowan’s birthday no less, had been entirely devastating to the whole family. He’d not been the best brother he could have been in those moments either and he knew that. For the most part, for a long time, he’d entirely ignored Grace and Rowan. He hadn’t meant to and as soon as he remembered to be there for others he’d sought out people they were close to, like Elio to help him. He’d felt some relief at Grace and Rowan being placed together, but it also meant that he wasn’t able to check in on them as much as he would have liked and given Rowan had reverted into herself pretty fully, he had a lot of doubts that Grace had been properly looked after, something he hoped he could rectify in some small way now. With Rowan appearing to feel better, he had to assume that meant she was going to be able to take Grace under her wing, get her to where she should be.
As someone knocked at his bedroom door, Zennon turned to see Rowan smiling at him. Or…no, she was smiling at the seven month old baby currently tugging on his hair. It had grown out a bit now, and hung a little below his ears, easy for Finley to grab onto when Zennon held him this way. He rolled his eyes at his sister. “This is private property, what do you want?” Though the words specifically seemed a bit harsh, there was no bite in them. It was a game they played, because it seemed that the only time Rowan ever came to see him anymore was when she felt like she wanted to steal his baby. He shook his head and held Finley a little higher in his arms and waved one of the baby’s hands at her. “Say hi to Auntie Ro.”