Surviving the Nicholson Boys (Re-write)

fifty-seven : see you again

Song/title of the chapter: See You Again by Wiz Khalifa ft. Charlie Puth

"It's been a long day without you my friend, and I'll tell you all about it when I see you again. We've come a long way from where we began. Oh, I'll tell you all about it when I see you again. When I see you again."

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Jeremy and I just stayed in his room for a few hours, finishing season three of the 100. Nicky came upstairs every now and then to check on us and make sure that we were actually dating agin. He was happy, surprisingly, and I appreciated that.

My eyes started to close near the end of the episode, but the faint sound of a baby crying made me open them again. I looked up at my boyfriend, who was fast asleep. I closed my eyes again, but the crying continued. I sat up fully this time and listened. Someone was sobbing.

"Babe?" Jeremy grumbled.

"Do you hear that?" I whispered. "I think there's a baby crying."

He yawned. "What are you talking about?"

"Listen," I hushed him and we listened. The crying could still be heard. Jeremy furrowed his eyebrows and sat up as well.

"What the hell?" He looked at me in confusion.

I climbed off his bed and walked out into the hallway, listening again. The crying was coming from Isaiah's room?

Jeremy came out. "Where's it coming from?"

"Isaiah's room." I said.

He looked surprised. "Why, what the fuck?"

"You ask me as if I know." I shook my head and entered his room. In a mess of blankets on his bed, a little boy was crying while thrashing around.

I walked over there and untangled him, picking him up. Jeremy appeared behind me and eyed the baby. His eyes widened. "Jamie?"

Jamie stopped crying at the mention of his name. He looked at Jeremy curiously. "Jerry?"

"Hey, James." Jeremy said gently and took his younger brother from my arms. "What are you doing here? Where've you been?"

"A man was taking care of me in the jungle for a long time." The young boy sniffed. "But then someone took me away from him, and Izzy, Roddy, and Lottie found me and brought me home. Where's mummy and daddy? I miss them."

"Oh, Jamie." Jeremy hugged his brother tightly. "Mummy isn't here, but Daddy's downstairs."

"Can I see him?" Jamie asked and he nodded. Jeremy wrapped Jamie in one of Isaiah's blankets and we headed downstairs into the living room. Brad was sitting on the couch with Tanner and Jordan.

"Dad?" Jeremy said.

Brad turned around and looked at us. His eyebrows knitted together and pointed to Jeremy's bundle. "What's that?"

"Who, you mean." He chuckled half-heartedly.

"Jeremy..."

"It's Jamie."

Brad shot up. "Jamie?!"

Tanner and Jordan whipped their heads in our direction. "Did you just say Jamie?" Tanner asked.

"Like our dead brother, Jamie?" Jordan added.

"Yeah, except he's not dead." Jeremy moved the blanket and Jamie's head popped up. He craned his neck and looked at his father and brothers.