The next day, Y/N woke up with tons of notifications from his, now ex, girlfriend. He skimmed through them all and read them vaguely. When he reached the end, he had to do a double-take. She was coming over?!
Apparently, she had left some of her stuff in his room but he knew for a fact she was lying.
He laid in bed for a few minutes before the doorbell rang. Half asleep, he went and answered it, shirtless.
It was her. Of course.
"Hey, handsome~" she chimed, running a hand down his bare chest.
"What do you want?" He grunted, his voice raspy.
She giggled slightly, holding her hands behind her back.
"I have a present for you," She smiled sweetly.
"What-" Y/N started but she cut him off.
"Have fun!" She squealed and pushed something in front of him before skipping away.
Y/N felt something grab his calf and looked down. There was a girl, about 4 or 5, hugging his leg. He hesitantly picked her up and rested her on his hip.
She looked at him, not a thought behind her eyes.
"Daddy!" She giggled and nestled her head into the crook of his neck.
Y/N visibly stiffened but made sure not to drop her. Then, Phil walked past and stopped when he saw his son standing by the door with a child.
He knew that Y/N didn't have to babysit anyone because it was the only day off he got. Once a month, on the 20th, he didn't have any work to do (except editing a few videos and modding on some people's streams).
When Phil realised Y/N was about to drop the girl, he quickly took her out of the teen's arms. Y/N stood still, frozen in shock.
"Y/N? Are you okay?" Phil said cautiously, holding the girl in one hand and placing a hand on Y/N's shoulder.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," Y/N replied with a shaky voice, snapping out of the trance he was in.
"Go get some rest, I'll take care of her," Phil smiled gently and turned around.
When he tried to leave, the girl struggled in his arms and started crying.
"Daddy!" She whimpered, reaching out for Y/N.
Phil's face fell into a frown but he kept walking. Y/N regained his composure and stumbled back to his bedroom.
However hard he tried to sleep, it didn't work. The only thing he could think about was the girl and what she called him. She wasn't his. She was a few years old and he had only been dating his ex-girlfriend for one year, give or take a few months.
He was overthinking this. He just needed rest. Eventually, he fell asleep (after about half an hour). Although, even his dreams were filled with the child. He slept restlessly and woke up quickly.
Without much thought, he called his ex-girlfriend.
"Come get her."
"What are you talking about? You're good with kids, you can take care of her."
"She's your daughter Jessica, not mine. Come and pick her up, please."
"Fine. I'll be there tomorrow."
Y/N ended the call and tried to get some more sleep. Surprisingly, he did.
The next day, Y/N was awoken by a presence beside him. It was Jessica.
"Hey~" she giggled.
"How did you even get in here?!" Y/N shot up, pushing her away.
"Your dad let me in," Jessica smiled, standing in front of him and batting her eyelashes.
"Just take your daughter and leave!" Y/N snapped. "I am sick of you!"
"That's no way to talk to family," the girl crossed her arms.
"You're not my family! I want you and your fucking daughter out of here!" He shouted, rage bubbling inside him.
"Daddy?" The girl walked in, reaching up for him.
"No! Fuck off! Leave me alone!" Y/N grabbed his jacket and stormed out of the house angrily.
