DNA - ON HOLD

Chapter three

Ashton is now officially five days old. I've been teaching him words these past days and he's a quick learner like I've said before. He's a good boy. Of course, he can't say full, complete sentences but he's doing good. Once he can talk properly, I'll teach his how to both write and read. 

Now as I a doing some paperwork in my office, the robot-boy is with Michael in the living room, watching television. At first, Ashton was not found of Michael he go used to it and they're now friends and he likes hanging out with him. He said he has funny hair. 

After my creation came to life, I got the brilliant idea of writing a journal about it. I write every facts and developments the robot-boy is making along with the dates it happened. Like a baby book. This will come handy when - if - I decide to show my discovery to the world. 

''Ashton?'' I called, walking down the stairs. My hand was killing me so I decided to stop writing my journal and hang out with my best friend and robot-boy. ''Where are you Ash- What the hell is going on here?'' Ashton was up in the middle of the living room, 'dancing' - more moving his hips from side to side, arms in the air and tongue between his teeth. 

''This?'' he asked, looking at Michael.

''Yes! That's it, continue moving, you're doing brilliant, Ash,'' said the Michael, giving him two thumbs up.

''See, see Lukey!'' said Ashton, looking at me with a huge grin on his face as he moved his hips, dancing. 

I face-palmed. ''Stop doing that, Love,'' I told the boy. He looked at me with confused eyes but stopped. ''Did Michael taught you this?'' I asked him. He nod quickly. I glared at my friend. ''Michael! Don't show him things like that, Jesus,'' I groaned. 

He rolled his eyes. ''Stop being a dick and let us have fun. We're doing nothing wrong.'' 

''Nothing wrong? I want Ashton to be a good and well-raised boy. Not work in a fucking strip club!'' I exclaimed, throwing my hands in the air in exasperation. I tuned to Ashton, trying to soften my face, not wanting to frighten him by talking loudly. ''Please don't do that ever again,'' I told the boy.

He nodded, his head down. ''Okay Lukey..'' he said in a small, barely audible voice. 

''And you, don't teach him stuff like this ever again,'' I warned the red haired one. ''Undestand?'' The latter nodded, rolling his eyes at me before announcing he had to leave, saying his father called him. I'm sure it's a lie but I don't give a shit right now. I'm just pissed at him for showing such things to my Ashton.

I ignored him and turned on my heels, going to the kitchen to cool off. I sat down on a stool at the island, tugging at my hair in frustration.

I can't believe Michael taught him that. I hope he never have children, I wonder how they'd be like with him as a father.. Poor kids. 

I felt a hesitant hand on my upper arm, pulling me out of my thoughts. ''Lukey m-mad?'' Ashton asked nervously, playing with the hem of his black muscle tank. He must've followed me here.

''At Mikey? Yes I am.'' I replied, gritting my teeth.

He shook his head. ''No. Me.''

Him? Why would I be mad at him? 

I pulled him in a hug without hesitation, pressing a small kiss to his forehead. ''No. I can't be mad at you. It was all Michael's fault. He is the one who taught you these.. moves. He knew what he was doing, not you,'' I explained. 

The smaller boy nodded against my chest. ''Play with Ashton?'' he asked, lifting his head from my plaid clothed chest. 

''What do you want to do?'' I asked, releasing him from the hug.