The Bad Boy, the Baby, and Me

[5] Warrior

Cause all the pain and the truth

I wear like a battle wound

So ashamed so confused, I'm not broken, or bruised

Now I'm a warrior

Now I've got thicker skin

I'm a warrior

I'm stronger than I've ever been

And my armor, is made of steel, you can't get in

Im a warrior

And you can never hurt me again.

Demi Lovato ~ Warrior

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I take a sip of my coffee, eyes glued to my laptop screen. I finish the second paragraph of my essay, and gulp down the rest of the coffee and start on the next paragraph. Footsteps approach the kitchen, but when I hear Shane's voice, I don't bother looking up from my screen.

"Oh come on, Zach. She already feels uncomfortable around me, but if you come with, she'll feel better," Shane says, before sitting on the stool beside me, while Zach walks to the fridge and grabs a bottle of water, then looks back at Shane.

"First of all, why is she going out with you if she doesn't feel comfortable around you?" Zach asks but continues before Shane can answer, "secondly, she'll be even more uncomfortable with two guys on the date, and third, no." Zach takes a big gulp of his water before rubbing his temples.

I raise my eyebrow at him, and when he glares back, I smirk. His eyes widen just a bit at my amused expression. He shakes his head before glancing back at Shane, who is pouting.

"First of all, she likes me, she just doesn't know it yet," Shane winks, "second, you'll be bringing a date, and third, yes." Shane points at Zach before turning his head to look at me. His whole face changes, and he claps his hands together, "Bring Kaylee."

I close my laptop and ask, "Bring Kaylee where?"

"On a double date. Me, Lola, and you and Zach," Shane smiles hopefully.

I look at Zach, who is leaning on the fridge with his eyes closed, rubbing his temples and groaning softly.

"Okay," I say, looking at Shane before getting up and walking to the sink to rinse my cup.

"What?" I hear Zach's surprised voice behind me. I turn off the water and turn to look at him. He's facing me, his eyes wide with surprise and confusion.

"I said yes to the date," I tell him with a shrug.

He looks at me with a weird expression as I begin to prepare breakfast for Scott. When I'm done, I walk out of the kitchen and towards Scott's bedroom. He's already awake when I reach his crib; he looks at me and points.

"Good morning, my Scotty-man," I pick him up and place him on my hip. He rubs his eyes before yawning and then leans his head on my shoulder. When we walk into the kitchen, I place him on the stool and push the tray closer to him.

"Morning, bud," Shane says, while Zach walks over to Scott and kisses his head.

I sit down beside Scott and help him eat with his spoon. While Scott eats his breakfast, Zach and Shane argue about tonight. When Zach sits down with a loud groan, I get up and walk over to the medicine cabinet, grabbing a glass and filling it with water. I hand the glass of water and Ibuprofen to Zach.

"Thanks." His voice is huskier than normal. He takes the glass and pill from me, popping it in his mouth and gulping down the water.

"Your parents can babysit tonight," Shane's says, and I look at him, "so tonight, 7 o'clock at Maroi's." Shane says, hopping off the stool. "I'll see you guys tonight." He points at me and Zach, staring at Zach a moment longer, before looking at Scott. "Bye, Scotty."

"Do you have classes today?" Zach asks after the front door closes.

"Not today, do you?" I ask, handing Scott a strawberry.

"Yeah, at twelve," Zach says, taking a bite of his apple. He doesn't seem to be in as much pain anymore; his eyebrows are not tight like when he first came into the kitchen, and he's not rubbing his temples anymore. I knew he didn't want to talk about last night or the scene at Jenna and Patrick's house, and I wouldn't bring it up even though I really wanted to.

"Blubblies!" Scott's voice cuts through my thoughts, and I look at him. His arms are raised, and he's looking at me with wide eyes. I chuckle at his way of saying he wants a bubble bath and go to grab him when Zach comes to stand by my side.

"Let me," he says, grabbing Scott and lifting him onto his shoulders, and walks out of the kitchen. I clean off the counter and wash the dishes before hearing giggling coming from the bathroom. Drying my hands with a towel, I walk to the bathroom. Zach, who is now only in his boxers, and Scott are in the bathtub, sitting opposite each other and blowing bubbles everywhere.

I chuckle at the scene in front of me and walk inside. I grab Scott's pyjamas and Zach's T-shirt and sweatpants from the floor, placing them on the counter.

Scott is the first to notice me; he points at me while giggling. I smile at him then turn my eyes to Zach, who's chuckling at Scott before his amused eyes meet mine. Half his face is covered in foam, and so is his head, and Scott doesn't look much different.

They play around for a while before it's time to get out of the tub. Zach grabs Scott under his arms and holds him out to me. I wrap him in his Spiderman towel I'm holding and dry him off. My eyes shift to Zach, and on its own accord, my gaze runs down his body; he's wearing a pair of—now wet—black Calvin Klein boxers that cling to his body. I avert my eyes from his lower region when I hear him clear his throat and I feel my cheeks grow warm.

I focus back on drying Scott, and when I'm done, I grab his fresh clothes and put them on him before he wriggles out of my grip and sprints out of the bathroom, saying something about bubbles and Spiderman in his own baby language.

Then, I hear a loud 'thump,' and I turn around. I throw my head back and laugh when I see Zach sitting on the ground with a dumbfounded expression.

"You think this is funny?" he glares at me before his eyes shine mischievously. I don't have time to back away before I feel his hand around my ankle, pulling me so I fall on top of him. He lets out a laugh as his arms go around my waist.

My eyes move over his face, and he stops laughing, staring back at me. Our eyes stay connected before his drift down to my lips for a brief moment. Then, he flips us over, making me lay under him. He chuckles at my shocked expression before leaning down and kissing the tip of my nose. Then, he stands up and leaves the room, but not before looking over his shoulder and giving me a dimpled smile.

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