Baby Daddy. {Thatch x Reader}

Thatch's Boy.

"Pops, that's weird!" 

"No it isn't, lad! I kept all of yours too!"

Yes, you're currently listening to Thatch and Edward Newgate or 'pops', as you call him now, argue about your son's nail clippings. 

"It is weird though, you're carrying around a child's fingernails! Who does that?!"

"A proud grandparent, obviously!"

What a strange family you have here, you've had a baby with none other than Thatch but with how his family is, it might as well be everybody's son. But you're not complaining about it, they're all helpful in their own little ways.

You were hoping that by the time you two had a baby, you'd have your own home to raise it in but life is definitely only giving you lemons. Money isn't an issue, you're engaged to Thatch and he's wealthy as is his family.

But it's the homes you've looked at, most are too small or ugly, you don't want to buy a house that needs too much work done to it, that'll just defeat the purpose of buying a home instead of building one. 

And the ones that are nicely done up are too far away from your newfound family, you want your child to be close with his uncles and grandpa, no matter how odd they may be. So here you are, living with all of them.

At least this house is big. 

Your baby's name is Ace since Thatch's freckled younger brother has always been your best friend and is even the reason you have such a handsome fiancé. He knew you and Thatch liked each other so he took it upon himself to set you up and now, here you are.

And almost as if it's payment for the deed, Ace practically begged you to name the baby after him. Fortunately for the egotistical goon, Thatch happens to like the name.

The nursery is themed blue and yellow, courtesy of Marco. You asked the blonde what designs to have because he's always been the most artsy one in the family and admittedly, you are a sucker for those colors too. Especially when they're surrounding a baby. 

Then there's Sabo who helps you with the clothing...and by clothing you mean the outfits that will surely humiliate your child into an early grave when you show photos of him wearing them to his friends when he's older.

He's sure a handsome little fella too, he looks just like his father. He has Thatch's complexion, hair color, smile, nose and even the same wicked laugh. But he does have your eyes at least. 

"I carried your fingernail clippings around and Marco's, they gave me good luck! We wouldn't be here now if not for that luck, I'm sure of it, lad! Although...I imagine yours are a bit yellow now." 

Eww.

"Pops, why can't you keep something else? Like...his baby teeth?"

"BECAUSE THAT'S BAD LUCK, YOU DUMBASS! I READ IT IN A BOOK OF THEORIES WHEN I WAS JUST A LAD, EVERYBODY WHO KEEPS BABY TEETH HAVE TERRIBLE LUCK UNTIL THEY THROW THEM AWAY!"

"That's just an old wives tale." 

Honestly, Thatch should just let him keep the clippings. There's no changing Newgate's mind once it's made up, surely he should know that by now.

"How can a child of mine be so heartless toward his own son?" Newgate continues, taking out one of the fingernails and running his thumb along it gently. "Look how soft and little it is compared to ours, how can you not want to keep them??"

"BECAUSE IT'S WEEEEIRD!"

God, this argument will go on all day.

Or you thought it would anyway, until you hear baby Ace crying through the baby monitor. Thatch immediately straightening himself up and gesturing to you, as if to say 'I got this' before heading off toward the stairs and leaving you with pops.

"I tell ya lass, he'll regret not keeping these one day. Just you wait. If he ever changes his mind but is too stubborn to tell me himself, don't you hesitate to ask for them."

"Will do, pops~!" You chime back to him with a small smile etching into your features as you listen to Thatch enter his baby's room through the monitor, your heart just about melting at the grunts little Ace makes as Thatch picks him up.

He's trying to speak already. He takes after his father alright, a little chatterbox. 

"I know, Acey~" Thatch's muffled voice coos, you can already tell he's smiling as brightly as the sun right now. He always does when he's holding his boy. "That old man is a weirdo, isn't he~? Say it with me, grandpa is a weeeirdo~!"

"Blurblurb~!"

"Not far off, kiddo~! We'll get there eventually~! What about this one, Uncle Marco looks like a piiineapple~?"

Thatch, for crying out loud...