Chapter 2: Hold My Kid
Mini was a handful and a half.
The paternity tests came back, but I didn't have to look at them to know this baby was mine. I scanned over them, but after all the time I spent with Nellie, I couldn't find it to be angry or disappointed. The little thing had grown on me.
Apparently I get benefits from the adoption center, Lexi's social security, etc. It helped me out a ton. I could afford the diapers, formula stuff, and even this cool carry on thing that held her close to my stomach and I could still be arms free. I haven't gotten her a crib yet, but she'd taken nicely to the corner of my arm pretty well. Still, I'd have to get on that shit. When she wasn't crying, or spitting up peaches all over me, she was actually a chill baby. However, she was crying and spitting up a great majority of the time.
"Nellie, please." It seemed to be a mantra for the two of us. She was almost two months old, and I'd been looking a lot online about what to expect when the baby turns that age.
She makes noises now, which was pretty amazing and annoying all at once. All she did was 'ah' and 'dooo', but she did it so often. I could tell she was going to be a talker.
The most amazing thing I was looking forward to in her two month growth was finally getting her to smile. I tried to make funny faces but she just got scared, so I stopped.
When my Mini finally took down her food, I decided I should check the mail. Mini and I spent our Saturdays at the park, usually. My work schedule had been hectic before, but with the income from Mini I was able to cut back a few hours and spend some quality time with my little girl.
I still haven't told my parents.
It's probably a shitty thing to do, but they could hold off for a while.
I make my way down the staircase, bumping Nellie in my arms, trying not to coo at her in public. If I didn't have to take care of Nellie, I'd be getting laid every night. You can't imagine the things that women want to do to single fathers. It's sick.
I'm not sure what a DILF is, but these teenaged girls at the mall whispered it to each other. I have to remember to look that up.
When I make it to the mailboxes, the girl with the nice ass was there. I'd seen her (and her ass) a lot more now that she moved into the apartment above me. I never talked to her, or looked at her, because every time I saw her she was yelling at someone. She had a really pretty voice, if that even makes sense, so sometimes I eavesdropped on bits and pieces of her conversation. Usually, talking to a girl wouldn't bother me, but something about her was extremely intimidating.
So I choose this moment to dawdle around the mailbox, patiently waiting for the woman to move. For some reason, this chick likes to read her mail at the mailbox.
Can't she see some people want to avoid her?
I quietly wait, and check out her ass for a few more moments until Mini opens her big mouth.
"Adoooo." she mumbles unintelligibly. Fuck my life. Then the girl turns around, and I see her face. That's actually a lie; the first thing I see is her eyes. They were the most expressive ones I'd ever seen.
I mean, usually I go for the more exotic eyes, you know? Brown is known as being so typical, and boring. But these eyes, for some reason, were anything but. Then I looked at her lips, which were really kissable and red, but also really distracting. I could see myself looking at her lips for hours, which was a really big problem.
I'd seen plenty of attractive women before, and she wasn't the hottest thing I'd ever seen, she was just different. In a really, really, good way.
She stares at me for a moment, then she raises an eyebrow and I think my balls shrink into nothing. Like I said, this girl really freaks me out a bit. She's always screaming. I think she's kind of pissed I was openly checking her out, but then she sees my Mini and it's like she's viewing the Holy Grail. Her eyes light up and her mouth opens in this playful baby grin that probably only she can actually pull off. Then, she reaches over and puts her finger in front of Mini's mouth, and wiggles it around. Mini watches it and makes all sorts of little noises she never made for me.
