Stuck with a Punk ✔

No. 38.: Smiling sheerily

As soon as Mr Ritchie left, Annabelle and I had a fight. How she put it only mentions me fighting, while she was trying to explain things to me.

Yeah, sure.

I said or yelled, there were other ways to get the freak-o to understand the situation rather than kissing me and come up with the cheesiest story out there. I could never even imagine myself turning down having sex and even less actually doing that! Annabelle contradicted my statement that there were other ways but they'd all make Mr Ritchie take Devon away and that she actually did me a favour.

And why would she care about me and Devon? She already has a job and babysitting Devon isn't her only and not her main income. She's got dancing auditions, she'll maybe get her own group of punks or whatever, I am nothing to her.

According to Annabelle, I'm not a perfect father figure but I'm at least trying which is more than some kids get. She forgot to mention even women on crack may try to be good mothers but it's not exactly enough, now is it! I wanted to tell her that but it's hard to be angry with someone who is really good at manipulating you with compliments.

She left soon after our... confrontation. Her shirt still had a stain on it, so she tied the front of mine in a knot and left with it. I've never been this angry with myself. I wanted to make her see whar she's done had a good intention but now Mr Ritchie will have my balls the day I tell him we 'broke up'. So much about my being worried about bringing people to Devon's life. Instead of making her see that, I blurted out her legs look longer in the outfit with my shirt. At that moment, I think we both blushed.

Anyway, she's gone now. I drop dead on the sofa. When I think back on this day, both the angel and the devil on my shoulder agree there's been too much excitement for just one day. Devon glances at me and I smile at his giant eyes, at least one of us isn't stressed out today.

Why is it anger that I feel? Annabelle just wanted to help me and she's done that before. I didn't mind it then so this isn't about feeling powerless.

What did even piss me off the most? She sitting in my lap? No, that was slightly annoying because of other matters. The cheesy story she composed? That was probably the most believable and low-key story one could think of and it did paint me as the perfect candidate for an adoption.

It's that damn kiss!

When I mentioned to Annabelle that is what is bothering me, she got all sassy saying I speak with such distate as if was my very first kiss and it didn't go as I imagined it to. I hate it when she's right but no matter what she says, the kiss... that lightfeathered kiss she placed on my lips confused and aroused me. The mixture of both confused me even more! And no matter how angry I am with her just because of the kiss, I still leaned to look at her ass in her tight trousers when she left for an audition.

I suspiciously eye the birthday gift for Aidan and notice that I can't recall Mr Ritchie mentioning it. A bit peculiar, since it's the size of a fucking playhouse.

Maybe I should try wrapping it. It's not like I have anything better to do. No big projects coming up, no calls from sexy Lationo girl and the e-mails from the engineering departments have already been taken care of. Some were denied, some sassy and some were approved. I gotta say, people were very innovative with their ideas. It made me think about the team I'd like to form one day. Perhaps I should keep a list of people I'm most impressed with...

When I'm done thinking about my ambitious plans, I look at Devon to see whathe's doing. He's sitting on the ground like a projection of a baby, trying to keep his eyes open and his body swaying as his head is too heavy for him to hold up.

I jump up and get him in my arms before he manages to get a window in his skull.

"Alright, nap time, kiddo." I first want to put him in his crib and let him get his rest but Devon's fingers dig into my shrt and he rests his ear against my chest right where my heart is.