Arranged (A Lams FanFic)

Chapter 9

John's P.O.V
I have kids on my mind at all times. I don't know why. Well I do but I'm not ready for them. I've always wanted to be a dad. But does Alexander want to be a dad? And am I even ready to be a dad? I'm only eighteen. And we still have college. Well I still have college. I need to talk to someone about this. I would talk to the Schuyler sisters but they're on vacation. I'll talk to Francis. We haven't done anything in a while. And he's right next door. I get up and put on my slides. "Where are you going?" Alexander asks me. He was reading Everything Everything. "I'm just going to talk with Francis." I tell him. I see his jaw clench. "Have fun." He says going back to his book. I shrug and kiss him goodbye. I head out and walk over to Francis' place. As I'm walking over I see a guy leaving his house. He looked angry. He gets in his car and drives away. When the man leaves I pick up my pace. I knock on the door and wait. I hear footsteps and the door being unlocked. "Oh good it's just you." He says letting out a sigh. "Yeah. It's me." I say a smile. He pulls me inside and locks the door. "You okay Francis?" I ask. No answer. He's looking through the peephole of his front door. "Francis?" I ask again. "Sorry. I'm just making sure he didn't see you come in. He would be so mad." He says turning around. "Who would be mad?" I ask a bit worried. "No one. Don't worry. So what brings you here"? He asks dismissing my question. I ignore his strange behavior. If something was wrong he would tell me. "I'm thinking about having kids." I blurt. His eyes widen. "Really?" He asks leading me to the couch. I nod. "Details." He says. "So about three days ago Alexander and I were watching Finding Nemo." I start. He nods telling me to keep going. "And he started reciting the boat scene and then I just wondered 'how would our kids react?' So now my mind is filled with images of a toddler running around our house." I ramble. "Well, what do you think the kid will be like?" He asks. "He'll look like me. Curly hair and freckles. But he'll act just like Alexander." I say smiling to myself. "You better get started on making babies." He laughs. I roll my eyes and laugh with him. "Well you said you wanted the kid to look like you. "You won't find a look alike you in a foster home." He reminds me. "You're right. So what do I do?" I ask him. "Well if you have a friend you're really close to you could ask her to be a surrogate mom." He says. I think about it. I'm really close to Peggy. People have asked if she's my sister before. But it must be hard to be a surrogate. You deliver a baby and then you give that baby away. Would she want that? "Earth to John. You okay?" He asks tapping my forehead. I swat his hands away. "Yeah I'm fine. Just thinking." I mumble. We talk for a little while longer. We talk about school, family, we even talk about making plans to go shopping. A knock on the door interrupts us. "Let me go get that." He says. When he opens the door I see the man who left his house earlier. "H-hi james." Francis stutters. "Hello Francis. Who's this?" James asks pointing to me. "I'm John Hamilton. I live a few houses over." I say with a smile. He doesn't smile back. Damn, okay then. "John it might be time for you to leave." Francis tells me. "Why?" I ask. He just shakes his head. "We can talk later. I'll text you okay?" I nod and stand up to leave. "Nice meeting you James." I say leaving. He doesn't say anything to me. What an asshole. I walk back home only to find that Alexander wasn't there. I sigh and head to the kitchen. Alexander usually cooks because I'm too lazy to actually put together a meal. But I can cook. I decide to make spaghetti since it's the easiest thing to make. But while I'm boiling water and getting noodles I can't help but think about having a child. Just think about. Picture it with me. A mini me learning to walk, talk, and jump. Learning to read and write and trying to be just like Alexander. I sigh and go back to making dinner. I'm so caught up in my thoughts I don't notice Alexander walk through the front door. He peeks his head in the kitchen. "Hey sweet stuff." He says winking at me. I laugh at his antics. "Hello to you too Alexander." I reply going back to my spaghetti. "How was your day?" He asks me starting to set the table. "It was fine. How about you?" I turn off the stove and go help him. As he talks about his day I zone out. I don't mean to but children are the only thing on my mind. "Did I tell you? I ran into Maria when I was out." He tells me. "Really? How is she doing?" I ask. The last time anyone saw Maria was beach week. After that she just kind of vanished. "She's doing great. Invited m out to lunch actually." He explained. I felt a pinch of jealousy. But I brush it off. "When will you two go out?" I question. "Why? Are you jealous?" He teased. "Jealous! You humor me Alexander." I scoff. "Don't worry John. I'm jealous of Francis." He reassures me. I smile and go get our dinner. As we're eating I wonder if I should bring up children. We are still pretty young. And I want to go to college. Can I have a kid but still go to college? That would be difficult. Who would take care of them? "What's wrong Peaches?" Alexander asks. "Uhhh..." I start. "You can tell me." He says taking my hand. "Alexander how do you feel about um, children?"