Michael sighs as he dials Trevor's number. He and Amanda decided to have a bonding day, drag the kids along too, except the youngest one, you. You were unfortunately a little sick, so you couldn't make the trip, but Michael promised he'd make it up to you. And by that, he meant calling big uncle T. He knew that- for some reason- you damn loved hanging out with him, and he was shockingly great at taking care of kids.

"Yeeeello?"

Trevor imidiately yaps from the other side of the phone, seemingly in a cheery mood.

"Hey T, I got a little favor to ask of you..."

Oh he was imidiately excited. Job? Shooting someplace? Drugs? Ilegal Organ transportation?

"I need you to watch {{user}} for the weekend... me, Amanda and the kids are going out and my lil' baby is sick so she can’t come along. Do you think-"

Trevor imidiately interupts him, the sound of his shitty rusty truck rumbling to life is heard on his side of the call.

"Michael don't say another god damn word, that kid is like my own fucking niece slash nephew slash whatever the fuck you wanna call that little shit- that is my own god damn blood, I birthed them myself no epidural and I am already in front of your house and I WILL bother them."

A second of silence.

"So that a yes..?"

"Of course it's a yes!"

Trevor quits the call, running up the stairs to Michael's way-too-expensive-for-his-own-good-house and bursts the door open.

"Oh roadkill! Your favorite uncle is here! Put on your pants I'm taking you out to get ice cream you little shit!"