Teacher

I want him

Jack's POV

I have had a plan for several years now on how to get my sweet baby boy. Because a daddy never gives up, not to anyone or anything. A daddy's love is the strongest strength in the world! No one can underestimate it, or else they will get burned.

My baby was still flustered after he came back from his "trip" last week. I really wanted to know what was up but I knew he would probably still be pissed with me, so I had let him alone.

It's after school and I'm home alone, like usual. I need to do more planning though. Ugh, I feel it will take me until my senior year, and at that, possibly only the last few months of being a senior before I can really bring him home. But he is coming home nonetheless, no matter what stands in the way!

I look over my homework again and check it. Although the thoughts of my baby invade my mind still.

I check the time and start dinner. My parents may not be home when I am, but I do know how to take care of myself, heheh. What else do you expect of a daddy? I can't be one if I don't take care of myself. I smile at the thoughts of what I would also have to cook for my baby. Mash potatoes and beans? Mmm, super healthy for my baby!

I cook simple noodles for tonight though, since I don't need to be big for a Monday night.

I hum as the radio comes on, cause I am in such a good mood. Oh my god, my baby boy is so pure and can cleanse any bad thoughts. I loooooveee him soooo muuuuch, ahhhhh.

I try my hardest not to have my brain filled with my baby, although that is the hardest thing to ask me as my brain has been filled with him since I met him two years ago.

I guess I could talk about my personal life, although that is boring. And shit. Awhhh, can't I just gush about my babyyyyyy?

I hear a ring before my thoughts can go any further. Who would be ringing my door at this hour? I turn off the stove and grab my bat, just to be safe. I head to the door. It rings again. I look through the peep hole but I don't see anyone? I decide to wait another minute.

Banging starts rapping on my door after a small thing of thunder starts up. What the hell? I decide to go for it—Yeah, some people would suggest calling the police, but my intuition is telling me I shouldn't, even if it gets me killed. I'm not the brightest in that area. I get my bat ready and open the door right when lightening strikes over my house, making everything light up...

WHEN DID IT EVEN START STORMING?!