Unexpected~ (Completed♡)

69

Landon's P.O.V.

I'm such a fucking idiot. 

"Kade I'm sorry.", I whispered in the car, "I-I've never smoked I have no idea why I said yes when he offered."

"That shit will kill you Landon. You're lucky I don't. I get that you're almost eighteen but adult or not, if I ever catch you smoking I'll have your ass in addition to whatever Max decides."

"Yes sir." I hesitated, "Wh-What's Max gonna do?"

"Spank you. You're lucky I didn't this time." I nodded a little, forcing a laugh,

"My bruises just went away and I had to fuck up again. I'm so stupid."

"Landon Michael Anderson you are not stupid.", he snapped, "Don't talk about yourself like that. Max and I would never hurt you like your mom did and if you ever feel like that you have to tell us."

"I got Max's daughter pregnant, he wants me dead."

"He does not. He was mad, yeah, but he's not now. He's moved onto the bright sides and he just wants what's best for the baby. He's actually excited now and he's really glad Kat at least picked a good guy. You're gonna be a great dad."

"I-I'm really scared."

"Of your impending doom or being a dad?"

"Both."

"Being a parent is scary."

"I-I'm trying to learn from you guys but four months isn't a lot of time to make up for seventeen years."

"You'll mess up a lot regardless. And you'll learn as you go. Plus, you act like when the baby is born you guys will leave. That's not how this works. You guys can and will stay as long as you need and we'll help you." He sighed, "Look, Max isn't going to hurt you. But if it makes you feel better, I don't have to go back to school. I can stay with you."

"P-Please." He nodded, sending me a small smile as we pulled into the driveway,

"C'mon kid."

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Max came into his room after about ten minutes of me waiting,

"Why?"

"I-I still don't know. Curiosity? Stupidity? I-I don't know. But I-I know it was reckless and stupid and I'm really sorry."

"And it won't happen again?"

"Ever."

"Good. Ten with the belt or twenty with the brush?"

"I-I- Wh-Which is worse?"

"I think belt. It leaves welts and it's a distant implement. You're only getting a choice because of your past and because you're being really mature about this. You won't typically have a say, alright?" I nodded,

"Okay."

"But you need to choose or I will."

"I-I don't know. I've never been hit like this. Y-You choose."

"Okay, belt."

"Brush.", the word left my mouth immediately after. He chuckled,

"Okay." He got the thick plastic brush and sat next to me, "Over."

"W-What?" He rolled his eyes, smiling softly before gently pulling me across his lap,

"Tell me if your ribs or anything hurt, okay?"

"Okay."

"You're getting twenty, that's it."

"P-Promise?"