Nannygator {A BoyXBoy Romantic Comedy}

{Chapter One}

Chapter One

Raymond Jones

                        I had trouble driving my car home, the baby wouldn't shut it.

                        All the wailing and crying from that small figure of his, had me drove to another lane a couple times. I had to stop on the side and shushed him up, I tried cradling him, singing him a lullaby. I did agree my pitch was way over the roof, cursing myself for making him cried even louder. I thought he was hungry, what would he be crying for, fun? But it didn't shut him up when I gave him a chip, that was my favourite, 'Master Chip'. The baby just kept crying, who knew someone could hate 'Master Chip' so much? This baby was definitely not my son, he should have like chip when I gave him one. 

                       But no, I had to stop by a petrol station and bought some fresh milk (from what the annoying cashier told me) for him. The lady said I should feed him with his mother's milk if I wanted him to grow healthier and stronger, not packaged milk. Well sorry lady, his mother was being held for mental disorder, even I approached, I was sure hell she would rip this baby's head off rather than feeding him. Finally, he stopped crying and sleeping soundly in his basket. Note to self, baby liked white liquid than chip.

                       Spending the whole four hours driving from the court back to my house had completely tired me out. I cut off the engine and leaned back against my seat, rubbing my temples. What a bloody mess I had made for myself, still in college and now I had a six months old son to take care of. I looked at the demon beside me, still sleeping, pretending like an angel. I couldn't believe I was even considering taking care of him myself. I brushed off the thought and picked up the baby slowly into my arms. I alighted from the car and made a beeline to the door after locking my car.

                          There's shadow behind the window, guessing everyone in the house knew I was back. I made up to the porch when the door opened widely, revealing a lady and a man. I waited anxiously as their eyes fixed on the baby I was holding, slowly making judgements from their faces. I knew I was in trouble. My mom started to cry while my father was furious as he was seeing red. A smack was followed and bags were being thrown to the stairs of the porch. The door slapped on my face, noise ringing in my ears painfully. The baby cried as I tried to keep him quiet before the neighbour noticed. I picked up those bags and put them into the backseat. closing it tightly and got inside the driver seat after settling down Jasper on the passenger seat. I drove away the driveway and hit the highway towwards my college.

                           They couldn't take away my car because it bought it with my money. I spent my summer in a hotdog store while others enjoying the sun, just to buy a car without my parents nagging that I was still too young to drive. I finally bought one, a Cheezy 97, it's good for me. My mind still couldn't reattach what had happened, but I managed to know the fact that my parents kicked me out. The feeling was not worse than I thought, still, the pain was there. Knowing the parents who raised you up from young until now had kicked you out because you had a child, was a devastating thing to remember.

                           I pushed away the fresh memory and focused on my goal. They maybe could kick me out from their territory, but not mine. I chose to live home than the dorm in school becaue I had a car and I lived near to the college since the other reason was there were limited rooms every year. So they only gave the rooms to students who lived away. I thought maybe now was a good idea to go back and lived in a dorm. I looked at Jasper, who amazingly kept quietly the whole ride.