You were supposed to be living a normal life. Perfect boyfriend, just graduated college, and ready to start your new life. Until you met him. Brooding and imposing unless his daughter is around. You knew nothing about babies, but he knew less...
Summary: You were supposed to be living a normal life. Perfect boyfriend, just graduated college, and ready to start your new life. Until you met him. Brooding and imposing unless his daughter is around. You knew nothing about babies, but he knew less. Tension builds, feelings flare up, but are they just because he looks extremely sexy when he's soft? Could it be because you are falling for this princess of a baby girl before him? Is it because when he's in town you're too close? The money is good, and yet his attention is better.
Pairings: Lloyd Hansen X Reader
Rating: mild
Warnings: language, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 4.1K
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Lloyd scowls as he watches the scene in front of him. The crease between his brows is extra deep. He hates working in the field almost as much as he hates watching it. Idiots. He was surrounded by incompetent idiots.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" His fist slams on the table. How many shots have to be fired before they secure their target. "He's right fucking there! Shoot his ass!"
"Lloyd," a timid man says behind him, and Lloyd's eyes never leave the monitors. "Mr. Hansen?"
"I don't want to do this myself, but I fucking will! Levinson, get ready to go!" More rounds of bullets, and still the target was missed. "What the fuck is this?"
"Lloyd!"
His body goes rigid as he turns to look at the small man who is shivering. Eyes downcast to the floor so he doesn't look at the towering man. "Why the hell are you addressing me?"
"We have a problem."
"No, shit, Sherlock. I have two teams of mercenaries after one target, and he's not been shot. What the fuck else could be wrong?" He leans over a bit looking at the man. "Well?"
"Who the hell brought a baby?" Ari asks, staring down at a pitiful little carrier. An envelope beside the small bundle, and her bright green eyes stare up at the large man. "This isn't bring your daughter to work day," her face cracks a moment as she searches his face. Lips puckering out before a scream radiates through the makeshift office. "Make it stop!"
"Where the fuck did a baby come from?" Lloyd snaps a finger at another man to take over the original issue at hand. He just needs the target killed, and he can go home for a bit. "What is this?"
Ari's hands slap on the side of his head covering his ears, but his foot tilts the carrier to rock it a bit, but still she wails. Seeing how no one attempts to help out, or get the baby to stop, Lloyd assumes this is something he's going to have to take care of. What else was new? Rolling his eyes in annoyance, he leans down to grab up the letter. Crumpling it up before looking down at the baby. "Mother fucker."
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Your fingers run over the empty shelves in your dorm room. Graduation has finally happened, and now it is time to leave your mark on the world. Your father didn't bother to show up for your graduation because why would he? He never showed up personally in your life. Not really. He always made sure that everything was paid for though. It could be worse, right?
