The Troublemaking Intruder

Wrong About Dates, Cleaning A Wound, And Ballet

Jason's pov

I wake up excited. Today's the day I find out what we're having! When I wake up, Miranda's already in the shower. I smile and sneak to the bedroom door, locking it.

Miranda's pov

"Good mornin' baby." Jason says, slipping his arms around my waist. I smile. "What are you doing, sneaky boy?" He laughs softly, rubbing a hand on my stomach. "Man I can't wait for today." I raise an eyebrow confused and turn around. "What do you mean? What's today?" He looks at me confused. "What do ya mean? The gender appointment." My eyes go wide. That was three weeks ago. We're having a little boy. I just never took the sticky note down. "Jason, that's not today." I say, worried how he'll react. "What? But the sticky note...." He says quietly. "It was three weeks ago. I just never took the note down." "Oh..... I.... I missed it." I feel so bad. "It's not your fault Jay!" I gasp, grabbing his hand. "Johnny'll pay." He growls angrily. "Don't ya wanna know the results?" His eyes go wide. "We're having a son, Jay. A little baby boy, healthy as can be and fit as a fiddle." I say, close to tears. He hugs me. "I'm so glad hun." "I'm sorry you missed it Jason." "It's not your fault." He says, smiling, mimicking my words. I roll my eyes. "Silly cowboy."

*later*

Jason's pov

I sat at the table, depressed. I missed the gender reveal. I shoulda been there, holding her hand and staring in anticipation at the screen. Feeling the rush of happiness at finding out. I hate Johnny with a passion and if I ever get my hands on him, he'll be dead. Brantley and Justin come over. Miranda set a beer on the table. I stare at it confused. "What the? Hun, I don't drink anymore remember?" "Yeah but you're gonna want one in ya for this." She says, holding a bottle of rubbing alcohol. Uh oh. Oh no! I stand up quickly. "No way! You guys know my thoughts on that shit!" "You have to, Jason. The burn on your side is starting to get infected!" My wife cries. Oh man. I look down at it worried. That means it's gonna hurt twice as much! Justin and B grab my arms. "You guys suck!" I snap angrily. "Oh calm down, ya big baby!" B says. I glare at him annoyed. "You're the one who started to give up, jackass! What was with you back there?! Accept your fate? What were you talking about?" I don't think I've ever seen Brantley get that mad before but he slaps me hard across the face. I lose my balance in surprise. "Shut your fuckin' mouth Jason!" "Yow! What the hell was that for?!" I gape, rubbing my cheek. "Boys stop fighting!" Miranda shouts. He takes a deep breath. "You're right. Sorry man." I stare at him confused and a little worried. Why did that piss him off so bad? My wife makes me sit down. "Why are you doing this to me baby?" She sighs. "I already told you why." Ugh. I don't wanna do this. Brantley and Justin hold my arms down. I bite my lip and close my eyes as she pours alcohol on the already inflamed wound. "YOWCH!!" I scream, standing up. Keely and Kendyl run downstairs. Huh? Dressed in ballet outfits?! What's going on?! "What the? I thought they weren't doing that?" I gape, pointing at them. "While you were gone, they gave it a try and liked it. Now they love going every Saturday." Miranda says. I stare at them shocked. "You're kidding!" "Nope. Tell 'em girls!" "We love ballet daddy! It's so fun!" Kendyl cries but the look on her face makes me think she's lying. I can't believe it. After I got kidnapped, she forced them to go!! Justin drives them to ballet. "Are we done here?" I ask, pointing to the bottle in her hand. "We gotta check the bullet wounds in your leg." B says, pointing. I glare at him annoyed. "That can wait!" I grumble, grabbing her arm and walking to our room. "What the heck Jason?!" "You forced them to go to ballet!" "No I didn't! They wanted to go!" "That's a lie! I could tell by the look on Kendyl's face she was dreading going!" "Ok fine! Yes I made them go. But trust me they'll like it soon, once they warm up to it." This is seriously infuriating for some reason. "Stop it! They're not going!" I shout, stomping out. "Justin, wait!" I call. He stops. "Huh?" "They aren't going!" "Thank God!" Keely shouts from the back. They both get out. I have to have a serious talk with that woman.