P.S. ZiLucard: The Brat

February 11, 2018

Chat Conversation

Alucard: Get back here this instant. I could punch you in the face for leaving so early in the morning.

Zilong: new phone. Hu dis?

Alucard: Break up?  You want?

ZIlong: Yeah, yeah. Sheesh, Im @ bruno’s. I promised we gonna play football today.

Alucard: Seriously? SERIOUSLY? Please stop being a brat Zilong Dragonborn.

Zilong: Game time. Gotta go. Be at home late afternoon. Love you. :P

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To: Bruno <<iamafootballgod@dawnmail.com>>
From: Alucard <<Demon_Hunter_Alucard@dawnmail.com>>
Subject: READ THIS OR YOU TWO ARE DEAD

     I am giving you one whole hour to bring yourself and that dickhead I call my boyfriend to our apartment. I assume that idiot has somehow told you about us babysitting Quinn and I further assume you are no blabbermouth to tell anyone else about it. So keep it that way.

     P.S. Tell Zilong to buy turtle muffins on your way here. Make haste. I know ZIlong will put up resistance but as his bestfriend, you know what’s best for him. I know you know we both want to avoid cocks being mutilated today.

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Chat Conversation

Alucard: Boo. Help.

Ruby: What’s wrong? Problems with your boyfie?

Alucard: It’s more than that. Although I want to kill a certain “boyfie” right now.

Ruby: Who are you kidding, boo? Hahaha. Anyway, spill.

Alucard: I’m currently babysitting Quinn Vance. He’s sleeping right now. Lesley just arrived and then left after leaving him here.

Ruby: Harley’s cute baby bro? Pic.

Alucard: <PIC01125.jpg>

Ruby: Oh my lord. He is so cute. I want to adopt him. Like so bad. hahaha. Where’s Zilong, btw?

Alucard: And that my dear friend is the problem.

Ruby: Want to borrow my scythe? I could cut his dick for you.

Alucard: As much as I would want you to, please don’t. His dick is the only redeeming quality left of him.

Ruby: Lol. Fine. If that’s what you want. :D

Alucard: Shit, the baby’s waking. Come here fast, boo. We’ve got a crib to assemble. And two assholes to punish.

Ruby: Haha. Sure. 15 minutes, boo.

<10 minutes later>

Alucard: WR U?

Zilong: Wow, first time u shortened ur words. A miracle indeed. Haha.

Alucard: u fkcr. Bby cyring n my arms. Cnt txst. Kill u

Zilong: Yeah, yeah. I’m coming home… wife. (  - 3-)

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February 11, 2018
Dear Diary,

     I apologize for almost forgetting to write an entry for this day’s event. Quinn just fell asleep on his crib after so much fuss.
     To say that this day was tiring is an understatement. It was EXHAUSTING. I never expected caring for a baby would be this hard. Zilong and Bruno (after they got mouthed endlessly by yours truly) managed to assemble the crib while Ruby and I figured out where to place the baby supplies. After that, we ate the turtle muffins Zilong brought.
     Baby Quinn is the cutest baby I have ever laid eyes on. And that is not an exaggeration. He is still two years old but he already has this knowing eyes as if he is already aware of his surroundings. Well what can I expect, he has the Vance blood.
     Ruby is already in love with him. And so is Bruno. Zilong doesn’t like him. He keeps on saying that he is the drooling bastard that ruined his plans on making me happy (pfft. As if. That idiot only plans on ways of fucking me throughout the week. Let him suffer a week long case of blue balls, then.) I keep on insisting on making Zilong try to carry him but he refuses, telling me that he will never be directly involve in caring him because he doesn’t and will never like drooling babies.
     The ironic thing is that Quinn seems to like Zilong the most amongst the four of us. He kept on fussing to have Zilong carry him. We all laughed when he suddenly looked at Zilong and shouted “Dada!” My god, his embarrassed face is fucking priceless.
     Playing with Quinn is fun, until he cries or throws a tantrum. And that my dear, is hell on its own right. He cried when Zilong still refused on carrying him (and he still refused to do so no matter how much I insisted nor how loud the baby cried). Quinn threw a tantrum on the floor and nothing was appeasing him even if we already presented him his favorite toys that Lesley left. I’m already at my wit’s end when Ruby found Salamander (Zilong’s stuffed dragon that I gave to him last Christmas) and tried to present it to Quinn. Quinn immediately ceased on crying and had taken immediately liking to Salamander.
     Imagine the look on Zilong’s face as he found Salamander's head soaked in Quinn’s drool. Zilong nearly lost his head. I can’t believe he was actually pissed off. He tried on taking Salamander away from Quinn’s chubby little hands and Quinn started to cry again. I smacked his head and scolded him for acting like a child, fighting with a toddler for a toy. Then Quinn suddenly squeaked, “Lam-Lam!” happily while hugging his newly found friend (with his brand-new name). Zilong stormed off, grumbling about “not taking care of precious gifts” and “drools being difficult to wash off”. What a child.
     It was relatively easy after dinner when it’s finally just the three of us. Quinn was quiet, happily playing (and drooling) with Lam-Lam while Zilong was on the couch watching him (while muttering how to take his battered LamLam away from him) Seeing them like that made me think: Why not? I’m starting to think about me, Zilong, and a baby…
     …until sleeping time, when Quinn fussed again and cried all night. My good Lord, how do babies cry so loud given their small lungs? No wonder some people choose the path of celibacy. They can’t handle the stress. It took me two hours of cradling him in my arms while rocking him to sleep while the idiot is sleeping because Quinn is not his “responsibility”. I want to kill him but I just let it slide and considered it as his revenge to me for cancelling our trip and for the Lam-Lam incident.
     I still have to do groceries tomorrow. How the fuck did I become this domestic?

Alucard

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