Stuck with a Punk ✔

No. 35.: Gift-shopping

I am determined to ruin that day for Patty and make it a blast for Aidan. Normally, I'm not vengeful but hey, we all got a piece of Hamlet within us.

I still haven't decided if I should call Danny and tell him I'm a guy who likes to surprise people or not. The real question was what would hurt him more - knowing about it or not.

Danny is many things but when it comes to Patty... he loses all of his power just to make her happy. At first, I though that's just the way the relationship is at the beginning, how you're all crazy about each other, but when she got pregnant the second time, I begun to realise he's just the type of a guy to obsess over his lady.

It's early in the evening and I'm feeding Devon spoon by spoon. I think it's needless to say he tries to spit every second one at me because that's what he does whenever I'm the one feeding him. He never causes Annabelle any trouble!

Speaking of Annabelle, she's on her way out of my apartment, probably to attend the dancing class she needs to teach.

"On your way out?" I ask when I see she puts a jacket on her shoulders. It may be early summertime but sometimes in the evening it can still get pretty chilly.

She smiles widely and the excitement of having her own class today is obvious. She really is passionate about what she's doing. "Yeah. I'm leaving early to make a good impression and because I can't sit still here. No offense, stud."

I perk my lips at her remark and turn back to Devon "You haven't seen the stud yet. Trust me, if you did, you'd have stayed for the whole night."

"Yeah, you wish!" She snorts and when I see she's coming closer, my heart suddenly drops at the thought of her making a move on me. The fiery panic is extinguished when she leans down to kiss Devon's forehead but it's a new feeling when I feel jealous. Why does kid always get the all attention!

I turn my thoughts in the direction that needs more thought than some unexplainable jealousy. "Can I ask you something?"

"You can but may you?"

My face falls and my voice sounds worn out with boredom "Are you my teacher from primary school all of a sudden?"

Annabelle scoffs loudly and crouches down to tie her shoelaces "God forbid. I can't imagine at what age you'd lose your virginity then!" She turns up to me the same moment she finishes her sentence "Wait! That came out wrong!"

"How unprofessional of you, Annabelle! I can't say I wouldn't enjoy it, though." I smirk and wonder what put her in such a sassy mood today. Can it be just that she's having a class today?

She fakes a laugh, giving me a plain ha-ha moment then straightens her face "Okay, what did you want to ask me?"

"Right," I grumble when I shift in my chair. It's very uncomfortable feeding a baby like that, especially when you're a grown tall man. "It's about my nephew's birthday. You're more involved in the children scene, what's super modern now? Like a toy that everybody wants."

The first reaction I get from her is the rise of just one of her brows "I'm more involved with the children scene? What's that supposed to mean?"

It's pretty interesting to observe how I've gotten used to our type of communication. Not long ago my assumption would be she'd like to start an argument and that she's one sensitive woman. But as time passed it brought us to a moment where I roll my eyes at her "It means you know more about what kids like or something. You catch my drift."

Annabelle rises up when she's done tying her shoes "What makes you think I know more about kids? Because as a woman I'm a natural?"

I gritt my teeth and hiss through it "Not at all. Trust me, learnt it the hard way that not all women are great mothers." Silently, I add "Or mothers at all."