Haunted

Justin - UNEDITED

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"Chloe, look at OG," Justin prompted. "Come on, sweet girl, give me that grin. That's my babydoll," he laughed as Chloe made a face at him and giggled. "Yeah, that's my girl," Justin looked at the pictures he'd taken of his granddaughter and smiled.

"You always had a thing for blondes," Clara teased, peeking over his shoulder at his phone.

"Nah, just one blonde," Justin grinned at her and messed up her hair. "How's the world's sexiest grandma this morning?"

"Justin, what did I tell you about calling me that?" Clara frowned. Justin licked his lips. He'd never understood how women could change their moods at the snap of a finger, no matter how much time he spent around them. All he knew was that he needed to lose the grin - fast.

"Uh, to stop?" he asked.

"No, what exactly did I say?" Clara asked.

"Uh, you said to fuckin stop," Justin bit his lip to keep from laughing and getting himself in more trouble.

"Thank you," Clara said. "And I'm fine. Worried about Dax and Brent. But I'm fine."

"Did you, uh, sleep alright?" Justin couldn't help it. He laughed.

"You made sure of that," Clara smirked at him and leaned in closer. Justin kissed her. "You know you can still put it down with the best of em. But I heard you snoring afterwards too, old man."

"I am not old," Justin pouted as she stood up.

"Isn't that what OG stands for?" Clara teased. She was headed for the next room. "Old Geezer?"

"Original Gangsta," Justin called after her. "Remember that, Chloe, that's your grandpa, okay?"

"Otay," Chloe nodded. "Selfie?" Chloe asked, reaching for his phone.

"Who taught you about selfies?" Justin asked, scooting off his chair to sit on the floor with Chloe. "You know I practically invented the selfie."

"Dad, you're so dramatic," Aiden accused, shuffling past.

"I didn't know anyone was listening," Justin sighed. Of course he should have realized, it wasn't like the house was ever empty anymore. He'd gotten used to it, ever since the twins were born, a steady stream of people always in the house. If it wasn't one of his kids it was one of the grandkids.

Grandkids. The word alone sent a shiver up Justin's spine. He'd never imagined getting old and still didn't actually feel - or look, he was pretty sure - like he was anywhere near old enough for grandkids. But somehow he had 5 already, 5.5 if Colin counted, and there were bound to be more.

"Chloe, say Aiden," Aiden coached. "Can you say Aiden?"

"Ae-in," Chloe said. "Ay-en."

"It doesn't count unless she gets it right," Scarlett came running. "Chloe, say Scarlett."

"Sawett," Chloe said.

"It doesn't count unless she gets it right," Aiden mocked.

"Dad, you should have given me an easier name," Scarlett whined.

"Hey, Kylie named you," Justin held his hand up. "Talk to her."

"Ugh," Scarlett stomped her foot and spun to leave the room.