Do I Love Him? Sebastian X Claude

10. Baby Daddy

The next morning, I woke up in a bed. I think this is Claude's bed, but I'm not quite sure. Wait a minute, didn't I fall asleep on the floor? Claude must have moved me, which means he's awake. I guess I'll go find him. Then I got out of bed and walked out the door.

"Good morning, Sir." A maid greeted me in the hallway. "I was just about to tell you that Mr. Faustus wants to see you in the backyard." She smiled. "Oh well, I should probably put some clothes on." I replied. "Here put this on." She handed me some clothes and pushed me back into the room.

I laid the clothes out on the bed. An old nervana t-shirt, a flannel jacket, some ripped jeans , and some combat boots. "It's a little emo for my taste, but it will do." I thought out loud while I put the clothes on.

Now out side I searched for Claude. Nope that's a butler, that's another butler. Could that be him with the kids over there? Oh Lord, please don't tell me he has kids. I jogged over to him.

" Hey." I greeted. "Oh, you look so cute in my old clothes." He gleefully cheered. I did a little spin around and rolled my eyes at him. "Here, you wanna drink?" He asked as he offered me a fruity looking drink.

"I want one!" The taller kid budded in. "How old are you?" Claude replied as he knocked back a shot of something I could smell over here. "I'm 20, you should know that!" The kid aggressively pushed his blonde hair out of his face. "I get really... different when I'm drunk so I don't drink around kids." I politely declined and tried to hand the drink back. "There's definitely not enough liquor in there to get you drunk. Plus this one sees me drink all the time." Claude reasoned as he pointed down the smaller blonde boy by his side. Ok, whatever, I guess I earned this drink. I can actually taste it!

"Yay, my dad is a drunk!" The blonde kid sarcastically joked. With out a delay, my throat rejected every thing in it, causing me to choke. "Dad... You.. you have a son!?" I questioned between coughs. "Yeah, I'll explain later. Introduce yourself." He pushed his... his son towards me. "Hello, Sir, my name is Alois and I'm so pleased to meet you!" He cheered, full of fake enthusiasm. This one has a lot of attitude, just like someone else I know.

"How old are you?" I asked him. "I'm 12." He quickly added. "Claude, how old are you?" I have a feeling I'll regret this. "I'm 28, why?" He replied as he played with Alois' hair. "Wow, 16, you couldn't have waited?" I joked. "You're going to be mad at me when I explain this whole thing to you so we need to get away from the kid. Bard, limo! Fin, please watch Alois." He ordered as he pushed me away.