Classic Rock Imagines

Jason Newsted; Those Darn Kids 🌸

Requested ~ eakitty

~ from the reader's POV ~

I've always loved kids. From the moment that I laid eyes on my sister's beautiful daughter, I could only dream of having my own kid someday.

My boyfriend doesn't want anything to do with kids, and I try my best to be understanding and to work with him on that, because we don't all need to like the same things. But sometimes it makes me sad to think that he doesn't want to have kids with me, because I think that he'd make a really great father.

Anyway, I did something kind of evil: I told my sister that I'd be willing to watch her daughter for the evening while her and the baby daddy went out to dinner. The daughter is now 4 and she was named Eva.

Of course, Jason was pissed to find that I had agreed to such a thing.

"Y/n, you've got to be fucking kidding me," Jason whined. "Tonight too? We were supposed to go out," he gave me puppy dog eyes.

"She really needed someone to watch Eva," I said. "And she's always been there for me, so," I went on, ending my sentence with the shrugging of my shoulders.

"What do you expect me to do all night?" He wondered.

"Help," I said, crossing my arms.

"You know I'm not good with kids," he said sternly. "I don't want to be anywhere around her when she gets here."

"You probably just don't think that you're good with them because you haven't been given a chance to be around them," I suggested.

"Y/n, please don't turn this into that conversation," Jason begged. "You already know how I feel about all of that."

"Can't you be open to change?" I asked.

"No, I can't," he defended. "I've told you this since the day we met, this isn't what I want for my future!" He raised his voice at me.

"I'm not saying 'oh please put a baby in me, Jason'!" I yelled out, raising my voice too because I don't take shit from anyone without defending myself, especially if it was a guy.

"If you did, I'd walk right out that door," he grunted, pure anger and frustration in his eyes.

"What did you just say?" I asked, the tone of my voice just filled to the maximum with anger.

"I said if that's not something you can get over, then we should just fucking end this!" Jason demanded.

"I only asked you to give me a hand babysitting tonight," I explained, my voice finally lowering to that of a normal speaking level. "You play for thousands of people in one night, and you're nervous to look after a little girl? For one night?"

"It just feels like you're using this to try and get me to change my mind," he said. "And I don't want you to think that I'm going to."

"So what if I try?" I asked. "If you're so confident that you don't like kids, what are you so scared of?"

"Wasting my Friday night when I just want to wine and dine my girlfriend?" He teased, walking over to me and wrapping his arms around me from behind. "Doesn't that sound nice?"

"Hmm," I pondered, just giving him a hint that he may be right.

"I'll take you out and talk you up, just like the good old days?" He kept on teasing.

"Then what?" I wondered.

"Then we'll come back here and I'll kiss just about every inch of your body and more," he whispered into my ear, making goosebumps run down my neck.