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A/N: Omg, I just... I can't even... Agh. So cute. This pic inspired me... Omg, so fluffy :D
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Oh my fucking god, no >:( Jeesus, don't make it look dirty. That's his fucking daughter.
(Haha, lol, naw, just kidding ;D)
Rick's POV
I grumbled as I got out of bed, my hangover pulsing through my head like a radio wave. I wanted to numb it with Advil, but I wasn't bothered.
I trudged my way to the kitchen and got myself some bacon and eggs on toast, slumping down at the dinner table where Morty and Summer were sitting. Normally, I would insult them or give them a snide remark, but my hangover said otherwise.
As I sat there, I thought a lot about what to do today. Another adventure to do? Another invention to make? Bring that shipment of kaylax to Squanchie? Nah. I didn't feel like doing much. I just want to eat my food...
My cold, dead food.
So... Very, very dead.
Sigh.
My thoughts were interrupted when Beth walked down the stairs and into the kitchen, talking on the phone. "Yeah... Yeah, we can look after her... Sure! Okay, bye Samantha." I frowned, taking a gulp from my flask. Wait, who's she talking about?
Beth ended the call and smiled at me. "Hey dad, Samantha has to go to a principals meeting, and she's gonna be a while. Is it okay if you look after her daughter (Y/N)?"
I nearly spat out the contents of my flask. "Wh-uurp-at, you want me to babysit? I-I've got more important things to do sweetie, I-I-I can't just-- I'm terrible with children, sweetie, I think-- I think that's plausible for everyone to agree with."
Morty spoke up. "W-W-Well, (Y/N)'s really nice. And she doesn't cry a lot either. Me and Summer can take turns caring for her if you want."
I rolled my eyes, toying with my food. "Ye-UUURRPP-ah, you-- you'll be great, just like with your kid from last time. You-- You got great parenting skills, Morty. Abso-fucking-lutely great parenting skills."
He frowned. "I-I-It's just going to be for a day, Rick. Lay off for a bit!"
I grunted in response. Last time I had to babysit, the kid found one of my kaylax packets and decided to take a sniff. Stupid little fucker.
I sighed. I'd have to lock up my garage if the kid decides to go exploring. Ugh.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang. I grumbled. Really? This frickin early?
Beth's face lit up. "Oh, that'll be them!" When I didn't move from my seat, she sighed. "At least make an effort to be polite, Dad." I mumbled, making my way to the door and taking a sip.
