What Have You Done? - Montgomery De la Cruz x Reader

{chapter twenty two}

Y/N's P.O.V

When the doorbell rang my heart lifted a little with excitement, and I rushed to the door, throwing my hair into a messy ponytail as I slid across the floor in my fluffy socks. A breeze of soft aftershave flooded into my hallway as I opened the door to a grinning Monty, his hair still slightly damp from a shower. I stood there for a few seconds just breathing all of him. He smirked.

"Are you smelling me again?" He chuckled.

"Maybe" I replied wiggling my eyebrows and leading him inside my house, grabbing his rough palm. 'Maybe not."

He just laughed at me, staring at every picture of me mounted on the walls; the majority of them incredibly cringey. His eyes settled on one in particular. I couldn't have been older than three or four and I was laid in a muddy field, flat on my back, making mud angles in the dirt. He chuckled.

"I didn't know you were just so dirty Y/N" He whispered and I could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

I swatted his arm and tried to block the photo frame.

"Ha ha Monty, very funny. That's quite enough of looking at those. I've got someone you need to m-"

He pushed me playfully to the side, swooping under my arm and cutting me off mid-word.

"Who's that?" He sniggered, moving his head even closer to the picture.

"MONTY!" I shrieked before putting my head beside his to get a better look at the old photograph "Actually you know, I think that might be... no way, oh my god that's actually Brandon"

"Brandon?" Monty questioned puzzled "As in Brandon Darrow?"

"Yeah. I could have sworn the first time we met was at Liberty but the more I think about it we used to hang around a lot as toddlers. Our mothers were friends"

"Small world huh?"

"Small world" I confirmed.

I shoved his shoulder a little.

"Now if you'd let me finish: There's someone you need to meet"

I paused for dramatic effect.

"The fu-"

"Elisia get your little butt out from behind me"

"Okay Aunty Y/N"

Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped their way around my legs and a tiny little face poked out, greeting my boyfriend with a toothy grin. Monty looked at me with alarmed eyes, making me chuckle with laughter.

"Geez relax Monty. Haven't you ever babysat before?"

"This isn't going to work," I declared struggling to contain my sniggers of laughter, watching Monty and Elisia. We were sat on the couch attempting to watch a Disney film; but things weren't exactly running smoothly. You could barely hear the TV for the sound of giggling.

It was on full volume

"You're fucking telling me!" Monty declared chuckling. He hadn't exactly signed up for being a human adventure playground for my cousin, who was clambering all over him, her legs wrapped around his shoulders.

I shot him the dirtiest look I could and threw my head in my hands.

"MONTGOMERY DE LA CRUZ! First rule of babysitting; don't swear in front of the six year old!"

He rolled his eyes

"Actually the first rule of babysitting is don't go near children who think it's perfectly okay to use you as a fuc.. f-funny climbing frame"