Author's note:/ This isn't so much of a authors note but a (dis)claimer. I disclaim any characters that resembles someone else's character. I can assure you I own all original characters in here. I also claim the plot as my own for right now.
Okay, read and enjoy. -QuirkyAuthor~♥
"Be who you like and say what you want, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind. " ~Dr. Seuss
Jack
"Love?" I sighed, this wasn't a word I used often, not since the seventh grade, blonde haired, blue eyed, dimple faced Australian exchange wander known as Liam Nickels. But that ended terribly. Like outing me early terrible.
"Oh. My. God! Were you even listening?! Yes love!" the voice of Ana Lists reached my ears, loud and then whispered. "He's sooo cute! ~"
"Wait,... who are we talking about? " I asked, pressing the phone to my ear with my shoulder while opening the front door, bouncing baby Luka on my hip. I readjust the diaper bag and head into the flat.
"Ugh! Weren't you even listening? My baby daddy is hella cute. Like totally! " Ana said exasperatedly.
"Wait. Wait. What?! I thought that one boy, Lex, was the baby daddy." Now, two hours later, rocking a screaming Luka and hugging a distraught Alexander I realized that Lex was non other that Alexander Hazardous.
"Like that fool would father my baby, Lex is not the father. Seriously J-Crash!- Crap! omg. No- shh Lex. I-it's not like that! " The door slammed shut and the line went dead. I sighed, adjusting the heat a bit in the flat. It was freezing. I pulled off the diaper bag and pulled out his home bag. I disappeared into the nursery. Slowly I laid Luka on his changing table, changing his diaper and pulling pajamas onto the boy.
"I love you, my little prince." I murmured, kissing his cheek. Luka giggled, his green eyes lighting up with the toothless giggles. "pp!" He squealed. "That's right, papa!" I grinned, clucking his chin gently before tickling his tummy. I listened to the beautiful sound of his laughter.
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I finally got him down, almost three hours of sobbing, giggling, laughing, throw up, and screaming finally the baby was asleep. I flop down on the couch, closing my eyes to the silence. I sighed, grabbing my phone and texting my MIA sister who abandoned her baby. 'Come back, meet your boy.' I hit send. I made myself a delicious dinner of take out chinese with specific instructions not to knock but to tap on the window three times. Ten minutes later a loud bang sounded on the door, and not two seconds later did Luka begin crying.
"What the hell?!" Jack rushed to get Luka, cradeling him. Slowly he opened the door, "Look I gave you specific instructions to not kn-" Jack trailed off. "Alexander..."
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