Jack Gilinsky

Random Baby

(Jack's POV)

"Her name is Kira. She's 3 months and I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier. I just need some time.

- (Y/N)" I read on the note.

There was a damn baby placed on my doormat. And apparently, it's my baby. And also apparently, I knocked up my three-month-girlfriend from last year.

Oh, that's why she broke up with me...

I sighed and looked at the baby on my couch. "Dude," Johnson said. "this is weird." I chuckled and looked through the bag that was given with the baby.

Baby stuff, baby stuff oh and, baby stuff.

"What's her name actually?" Jack asked.

"Kira."

"Bro, do you even know how to hold a baby?"

I hesitated in my answer. Of course I held babies before, but with the help of like 5 women. "Kinda."

I harshly swallowed and we both sighed. "This is fu- messed up." I said correcting myself from swearing in front of my apparent baby.

The baby started crying, louder than I had ever freaking expected. "Dude! What do I do?!" I yelled at Johnson.

"Pick her up!" I did as he said, flinching a little as the noise became louder.

I picked her up lightly and she stopped crying a little. "It's okay, baby. Daddy's here." I told her unsure.

It felt weird saying to myself that I was a father... I was freaking twenty, what the hell am I suppose to do now?

Kira was quiet and I sat down on the couch with her and Johnson. "You should really do a test, making sure she's yours, you know." He told me.

I nodded in agreement. But I was pretty sure she was mine. The eyes, the nose... Her face in general. "Wait dude, there's something in the bag..." Johnson said as he opened a map.

I watched with him and it were adoption papers. "She wants to have full custody over Kira... She also needs your signature for your agreement."

I furrowed my brows and read the paper thoroughly. This is why she suddenly 'contacted' me again? For me to allow a little time with my child, then take her away? "I can't..." I murmured.

"You can't what, G? You're twenty, you just got your life together, sort of, and a baby is not going to help." Johnson was right, but whenever I looked at Kira I knew I couldn't just give her away. "I'm sorry, man. But you cannot raise her."

He was right. I was just starting my life. And that did not contain raising a baby. But something in me said it wasn't right to just give her away. "I can." I semi-lied. I wanted to prove it.

I wanted to prove that I could do this.