OGOC/Freshlee Preferences

Sammy text + imagine pt. 2 (1)

*Later that day*

After talking to Sammy, Johnson called, him and Gilinsky offering to take me and the kids to get something to eat. "Trevor, you wanna go get something to eat with Uncle JJ and Uncle Jack?" I asked my 3 year old, walking into the living room where he and Bailey were playing, with Claire in my arms.

"Yeah!" he exclaimed. "Okay, go get ready," I giggled at him as he raced to his room.

As I was in the girls' shared bedroom, getting Claire dressed after placing Bailey into her bouncer, I heard the front door open and close followed by two sets of feet.

"y/n?!" Gilinsky called.
"In the girls' room," I called back.
Johnson soon appeared at the bedroom door, "Hey," he spoke up.
"Where's the little man?" Gilinsky asked.
"His room. Can you go see if he's ready?"
"Sure."

With that, Gilinsky took off down the hallway in search of, as he calls him, 'his boy'. As Trevor grew, he always clung to Gilinsky, yet none of us ever knew why.

"Need any help?" Johnson asked, walking over to me.

"Yeah, can you change Bailey into that outfit that's on the dresser?" I asked, nodding my head in the direction, my concentration focused on the baby in front of me.
"Yeah, sure," he said, making his way over to the little baby in the bouncer. "Hi, big girl!" he smiled at her, picking her up causing her to giggle.

After changing both of the girls, getting them and Trevor dressed and myself changing outfits, we all climbed into my mini-van. I was in the driver seat, Johnson was passenger, the girls were in their carriers in the middle and Gilinsky was in the very back with Trevor. We left the house and made our way to Olive Garden.

We walked in; Johnson and I each had one of the girls on our hips and Gilinsky was walking with Trevor by his side, holding his hand. We were sat at table; placing both of the girls on each end in their highchairs, Gilinsky and Trevor on one side and me and Johnson on the other.

No, Johnson and I aren't dating. Johnson is the only one of the Omaha boys that I was really close to. He'd introduced me and Sammy to each other and he was there when everything happened between us. He's just been there for me.

"Daddy?" I heard Trevor say causing my head to snap up at him in confusion. Why was he saying 'daddy'? "Daddy," he exclaimed again, this time jumping out of his chair.

"Trevor!" I called, jumping up ready to follow my son as I saw him run into someone's arms and they instantly hugged each other. The person looked up at me and I froze, I'd know that person anywhere; tall lean figure, uncompleted sleeve of tattoos, bleached blonde hair that was fading away showing his natural brown hair, dimples, and his chocolate brown eyes.

Sammy.

"Why is Sam here?" I asked the Jacks, turning back to them.

"We told him to come, y/n," Gilinsky spoke up practically causing daggers to fly out of my eyes at him.

"What the hell?!?!"

"y/n, please. Trevor needs his dad," Johnson said, standing up to calm me down. "Sam hasn't seen Trevor in almost a year, the girls are too young to know who he even is, but one day they're gonna wanna know who their daddy is. Don't take that way from them or Trevor."

"Hey, y/n," I heard him say from behind me in an almost scared voice.

I turned around to see Sammy standing behind me with Trevor on his hip.

"Hi, Sam."