Baby Daddy Preferences

How You Meet

Tucker- You just moved into your new apartment and had a few boxes left to take in. You lived a few apartments down from the Wheelers. You walked out of the elevator and saw two guys bickering. They both turned around hearing the elevator ring. The taller one went in their apartment slamming the door. "Hey you need any help?" The one that stayed asked you. "Yeah thanks." You replied handing him the two boxes that towered over your head. "You just move in?" "Yeah. had to bring up the last five boxes." "What's your name?" He asked. "Y/N Y/L/N. I would shake your hand but you know...boxes. Well, this is me. Help me bring them in?" "Sure thing." You both set the boxes down by your couch. "Thanks. Didn't catch your name." "Tucker Dobbs. Didn't catch your number." He smiled. You laughed and wrote it on the back of his hand. "See ya later Tucker. Boxes." You smiled. "Sure bye Y/N." He walked out the door and you started unpacking thinking about what tomorrow would bring.

Danny- You went to a Rangers hockey game because your best friend had bought you both tickets. Did I mention your best friend was Riley and she personally knew your favorite hockey player? "Yeah go Wheeler!" You screamed when he scored. "Okay if I would've known you were such a fan, I would've gotten tickets sooner. Not to mention you get to meet your favorite player." Riley sing songed. "What! I get to meet freakin Danny Wheeler! You're the best friend ever!" You exclaimed. Danny scored again and you and Riley in sync screamed "Go Danny! Yeah!" Before long the game was over, and you were freaking out. It had seemed to you that you had been waiting for this your entire life. You and Riley waited out of the way of the crowd. The crowd slowly disappeared and Danny walked out. "Hey Riley." He said smiling. "Who's that?" He asked. You were standing off to the side freaking out and trying not to burst. "This is Y/N Y/L/N. She's my other best friend. We met at work. She's a lawyer too and basically your biggest fan." "Well nice to meet you Y/N. I like that name. It's pretty. Matches you." You nervously smiled. "It's so great to finally meet you. You're my favorite hockey player. I'm rambling aren't I? I'm freaking out. Riley help me. Please." "Here. It's my old jersey don't really need it anymore. So I'll see you around?" "Yeah." You squeaked out taking the jersey out of his hands. Once you and Riley got into the car, you flipped. "Oh my gosh. He gave me his old jersey. I'm going to freak out completely. I'm an embarrassment. I was so quiet." "He likes you Y/N. Don't sweat it. Just learn to get comfortable around him." "But he's so intimidating. He's so tall and look at me I'm shorter than you." "He's like a big teddy bear Y/N. Like I said. Don't sweat it. He likes you. I mean obviously. He gave you his jersey. This is a risky move, but I'll take you to meet the rest of the Wheelers tomorrow. Just warning you though Bonnie can be a bit...judgemental. Prepare yourself."

Ben- You walked into a small bar hoping to get work off your mind. You were a singer and yeah...you were pretty well known, and that's stressful. You walked in tired hoping no one would notice since you put on a wig, a hat, and sunglasses. You made the mistake of taking off your sunglasses and were immediately bombarded with fans. You felt someone grab your hand and pull you into the back. You looked up at the man to see a handsome man a few years older than you being you were 23 and he was probably 26. "Are you okay?" He asked. "Yeah thanks for that. Please just don't say that you want an autograph. I came here hoping for a break from this stuff. My agent is also my mom, and she's pretty harsh on me. I thought that a small bar wouldn't have any fans." You said pulling off your hat and wig revealing your H/C hair. "I mean your pretty famous. I can get you some of the good stuff if you want." He said pulling some expensive whiskey out of his desk. You quirked an eyebrow. "So you own the bar?" You asked. "Yeah. Me and my brother." He said pouring two glasses of the whiskey. "What's your name?" "Ben. Ben Wheeler. Do you need a place to stay while your here? I can spare the couch, or you could even take my room and I'll sleep on the couch." "You're actually willing to help the girl who is probably currently being searched for." "Yes. Just warning you though, you might have to deal with a crying kid. You'll probably occasionally wake up in the middle of the night because of it." "That's fine. I love kids. Your kid?" "Yeah. Her names Emma. Her mom kinda dropped her off on my doorstep and I was left with the best thing to happen to me." "I'll take it. I don't have much money with me so I can't really get a hotel. Thanks. Any way you can get me out of here without being bombarded with fans?" "Sure thing." He then opened the door. "We're now closed due to plumbing difficulties everyone out!" He yelled. Everyone left and he took me on my way to maybe a new life.