The Geek's Guide to Parenthood

Mac

Okay, so here it is. The sequel for A Nerd Story of Love. I don't own any of this. The only thing I do own is the plot to the story and a very cool 'Geekward' mug. I'm planning on keeping the story lighthearted as can be, but there will be angsty moments. I will post warnings in the author's notes at the beginning of the chapters for fair warning.

Thanks for everyone who's faved, reviewed or read my story. I love writing SGB and Nerdella and I'm so happy that you all love them too.

Also, thank you for everyone who gave me funny baby stories. I needed some inspiration for the interaction with Kyra and her parents.

Yeah, just warning you, ANGST WARNING and some really bad language! I don't like using the words that Mac uses, but it's a story. I apologize if I offend...

Chapter Seven: Mac

The blonde haired man drove for three days straight. He drove until he reached the tiny Washington town of Forks. Thankfully, no one had recognized him. Once he arrived in Forks, he drove through the town and was shocked at how tiny it was.

"Why did I choose this place?" he groaned. "Oh, right. Anonymity." He sighed and pulled up to a broken down motel. Parking the car he stole, he went inside.

"Welcome to the Forks Motel," said an older man.

"I'd like to check in."

"For an hour, the night or long term?"

"Long term."

"We'll need the first week's rent as a deposit," he explained.

"How much?"

"Two hundred, cash or credit."

"Cash," the blonde man said as he paid. The proprietor handed him a key and he went to his room. He stripped out of his clothes and fell into the musty, mildew bed. As soon as his head hit the pillow, he was asleep. And he slept for days. Driving for an exorbitant amount of time will do that to you. He only got up when his stomach wouldn't stop snarling. He put on his clothes and drove to a local bar. He sat down at a table in the corner, watching the entrance.

"Hello. Welcome to Fork's Tavern. I'm Lauren, your server. Can I get you something to drink?" she asked, flipping her long blonde hair over her shoulder. She was pretty, but had a harshness to her stance and face. He smiled and ordered a beer. She sashayed back to the bar and looked at him with a seductive grin.

I need some pussy. Perhaps she'll put out.

"Here you go, handsome," Lauren said. "What's your name?"

"Mac," he replied.

"You visiting someone or staying?" she asked, her blue eyes piercing through his.

"I'm staying for some time. A couple of months," Mac answered. He gently ran his finger over her hand. "What about you? Are you a local?"

"Unfortunately," she grumbled. "I've lived in this hell hole for my entire life. My husband is some bigwig in the city and refuses to leave."

"Who's your husband?" Mac asked.

"Tyler Crowley. The esteemed mayor of our piss-ant town," she growled.

"I'm shocked that the mayor's wife works in the tavern," Mac mused.

"He doesn't know I work here. Tyler does not allow me to have a job. So, I work swing shifts for the other girls while Tyler is fucking around on me," Lauren shrugged. "Anyhow, can I get you anything to eat?"