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Whoops, my hand slipped and accidentally wrote this TT themed fic.
A lonely vixen and blueberry wine.
>Nick could hear the door opening. He watched her slowly walk through the hallway, leaning against the wall for support. It wasn't the first time she'd come home like this.
>Once every few weeks, she'd come home late at night. He could sometimes hear her crying from his bedroom. He was determined to comfort her and put an end to this.
>"Mom?"
>Wide eyed, She spun around to the source of the sound.
>"Nicky? I thought you were in bed!"
>Nick stood up and moved towards his mother.
>Mrs. Wilde lost her balance and falls, but Nick was there to catch her.
>"Help your mother over to the couch, will you dear?" Her speech was slurred and her breath reeked of alcohol.
>Nick helped her over to the couch.
>"Honey, what are you doing up so late?"
>"I was waiting for you to come home."
>Nick balled his fist.
>"I want to know why you sometimes come home drunk and miserable."
>His mother grasped at the fabric of the couch. He could see the streaks of wet fur down her cheeks.
>"I was on a date with an older tod I met a few weeks ago. I thought I finally found someone again in my life."
>She looked down.
>"But it all fell apart."
>Nick straightened up and placed his hands on her shoulders.
>"Mom, you can't keep doing this to yourself."
>"I can't help it Nicky."
>Mrs. Wilde glanced at his eyes, and just as quickly looked away.
>"I'm so sorry Nicky. I shouldn't have you put up with my problems. I shouldn't have make you worry about your mother."
>"There's nothing to forgive mom, you've done so much for me. It's my business to worry about you. I just want to see you happy."
>Nick took a deep breath.
>"Why are you doing this? You always end up miserable."
>She sighed.
>"I don't even know why I'm even trying Nicky. I think its true what they say about foxes: they mate for life."
>A tear escaped Mrs. Wilde's eye.
