Your sister Ridley has passed away, leaving behind her ten-year-old daughter, Sadie. The Dagger Squad goes out of its way to ensure you and Sadie have people you can count on. Boring Saturday nights turned into game nights, rowdy dinners, and cheeri...
Chapter Warnings: +18, strong language, godmother reader/original female character, original child, shitty family dynamics, hospital settings, hurt child, Angst, conversations about grief, this is a sad one!
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Jake had been standing in his kitchen, counting down the minutes before he could pick you up for your second date when he had the sudden urge to call Janet.
She answered on the fourth ring.
"What's wrong? You never call me."
"Well, hello to you too, Janet.
He could hardly blame his sister for the greeting. Whenever he called, it was usually only to tell her he was still alive or if he was being stationed. The last time they spoke, Janet had called to chew him out for not letting her know he had returned home.
"Who did you murder, or where are they sending you off next?"
Jake smirked into the phone. "Can't I ask my pregnant sister how she is doing?"
"Fine," she replied shortly. "Pregnant. Putting up with our shitty family."
She sighed loudly, continuing, "What's happening in your world, Little Brother? Still kicking ass up there?"
"Damn straight," he remarked. "How's the Bean?"
"Due any day now, Thank god. My bladder has shrunk to the size of a pea.
Jake shook his head fondly. "You still don't want to know?"
"Nope, absolutely not," her voice was firm. "Ma keeps coming up with baby names, and the hell-bringer thinks we are naming it after him because he brought me into this world," she made a gagging sound. "This way, they can't convince the hospital of whatever name they want."
"I wouldn't put it past them," Jake said aloud, leaning against the wall beside his fridge.
It was an unspoken rule between himself and Janet that they wouldn't refer to their father as anything other than 'the Hell-Bringer." Janet had started calling him that one day out of the blue, and it had stuck ever since.
"When is Bean going to have an aunt to go with their new uncle?" she whined. "Janet," he sighed.
"What?" she cried out. "You're my last hope. George can't even hold a relationship, and Melaine will have no interest once this thing is born."
Jake grimaced. "He and Stacy didn't make it past the three-month mark?"
There was a pause on the other end of the line. "Stacey? He was with Sarah."
"Oh," Jake replied, sensing he knew precisely what happened in that regard, Janet catching on with a disappointing sigh. "Dammit, George."
There was silence on the other end, and Jake decided it was time to admit the reason behind his call. "Actually, I might be seeing someone."
