all american | lance tucker

ch. 14 • pornstar mixer

The girls were watching Spongebob, gathered in front of the TV with waffles. Lance was on the rug in front of the TV, trying to get the twins to crawl to him. The twins were advancing much faster than Ciara had, and were already actively crawling and playing with toys. He was cooing to them and snapping his fingers, while they stared at him and continued to chew on little plastic rings.

"Hey." I said softly, shutting the door.

"Hey. I'm trying to get them to keep crawling." His voice was lost in concentration, and he didn't even look up. He was covered in puke, and the bottoms of his socks were wet for some reason. I sat down next to him, picking Jace up. He cried out excitedly, grabbing for my hair. I leaned back to avoid a hair pulling, but wasn't quick enough, and winced as he yanked a chunk of my hair.

"Does he need to be fed?" I sighed, holding his head to my shoulder. Lance shook his head.

"I fed them blueberries and mango this morning. They should both be good for awhile, even though Shay spit hers all up." He motioned to his puke covered shirt. I covered my laugh with a cough, patting Jace's back gently. And then I felt something warm running down my shoulder. I clenched my teeth.

"Did you burp him after you fed him?" I sighed, looking back at puke all over my shoulder. Lance shook his head.

"Nah, I was so preoccupied with the vomit machine that I forgot." He said in an apologetic tone.

"Well, he's burped now." I muttered, setting him back down in my lap. He giggled and grabbed at my wrists, pulling himself further forward. "Someone got lots of sleep." I sang, bouncing him with my legs.

"Yeah, and my hair is pink." Lance grumbled, smacking my foot. I rolled my eyes.

"Relax. You have to go back to work today anyways so I'll be with them all night for the next month or two."

"Bullshit. You're gonna call the babysitter again." He scoffed, lifting Shay up swiftly as she fell on her face. Aria gasped.

"Dad." She scorned. He put up his hands in defense.

"Sorry, sorry. I forgot." He laughed. She shook her head at him and went back to watching her show, wiping the syrup off her face and onto her sleep. I mentally cringed. No matter how many times I told her, she was always wiping her mouth on her sleeves. "How did your meltdown go last night?" Lance's voice interrupted my thoughts. I clenched my jaw unintentionally.

"Fine." I said, shrugging it off. He gave me an annoyed look.

"So you're still dating, then?" He sighed, raising his eyebrows as he looked at the floor.

"Yeah. You got a problem with that?" I inquired, cocking my head. He shook his head dramatically.
"I couldn't give two shits. I just wish he was out of the picture so I wasn't assuming the single parent role." He muttered. I sighed.

"You are so dramatic, you know that?" I threw a baby toy at him, hitting him smack dab in the forehead. He gave me an unimpressed look.

"Ha ha. Fuck you." He responded. "Sorry." He added in Aria's direction. She gave him a nod excusing his language, and I laughed. Maybe being home wasn't so bad after all.

For the next week or so, the kids pushed that, and during that time Ciara had the flu, Lance ripped his red USA jacket and almost had an aneurysm, and I got zero texts from Roman, rendering me a serial phone checker. Although, I was actually quite distracted the whole time, so it wasn't bothering me that much. Finally, after a week and a half of waiting, Roman finally texted me.

The Rock bar. 10 pm

That's it. Half of me was really pissed, the other half desperately wanted to see him. But a bar? Seriously? But alas, there I was, getting ready to leave, at 9:25. I wasn't planning on dressing nice seeing as I really didn't care, and had settled on just a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Basic, but good enough. I was in my apartment, not wanting Lance on my ass about it when I was already annoyed. I slipped on my vans (basic, I know,) finally ready to leave.