Daddy Mars (a Bruno Mars fan fiction)

chapter 10

* Bruno's POV *

Ugh I hate myself.

I'm banned from an airport.

I'm stuck with a newborn that's clearly my kid.

My kid's mom by now, is halfway to California. With no possibility of coming back.

And my job ain't getting me nowhere. I can't keep up with bills. And no! I don't wanna borrow money from my parents!

I'm drinking, smoking, even spending most of my cash on lotto tickets just to see if I hit it big.  I don't know what to do with myself! Phil comes over then and there to try and cheer me up. Not working.

Not even my own kid can cheer me up. I have to buy her clothes, food, a stroller, and a car seat. I spent like $300 on her!!! I don't know what to do...

For some reason, some words popped into my head. But I start singing to them.

Lotto tickets, cheap beer, that's why you can catch me here, tryna scratch my way up to the top.
Cause my jobs got me goin nowhere, so I ain't got a thing to lose. Take me to a place where I don't care. This is me and my liquor store blues.
I take one shot for my pain, one drag for my sorrow. Get messed up today, I'll be okay tomorrow....

Truth is... I'll never be okay... never in my entire life

The kid keeps me up everyday! Ever since she cried that one day, she's been crying non stop! I already got 2 complaints from the neighbors!!!

But my prayers have been answered!

I went to some store with the baby for more beer and she saw this giant plush Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle. The one with the orange mask.

She stopped crying. Music to my ears! I bought her the toy and I've been able to sleep for a long time.

But something always has to happen right?

Like 5 days after the airport incident...My doorbell rang and I heard Eric's voice.

Oh no

"Hey! Peter! Let me in!"

I panicked, I'll admit that. I didn't want him to see the baby yet. Even worse, the empty cases of beer and the empty bottles on the couch. I picked up the cradle, with the baby in it, and carried it to my room. I SLOWLY put the cradle down. Thank god she didn't wake up. I shoved all the beer boxes under my bed and couch, wherever it could fit.

Done and done.

I went to open the door. Eric was there, scanning the room. "Umm, hi Eric?" He stares at me. "Hi Peter. Why didn't you tell me about this kid of yours?"

How did he know....

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