My Best Friend's Daughter

WHAT?!?!?!?!

Seth's P.O.V.
"What the hell! Seth you fucking idiot! Who the hell is Ashley?!!?!?! And why is she calling you?!?" Leigh screamed at me when I walked through the door after my workout session with the guys.
"Babe, I don't know. What did she want?" I answered as I sat down on the couch.
"Ugh! Seth don't act like a dumb ass to me! You know damn right what that slut wants!" she said still upset. I couldn't help it. I had to laugh. "This is not funny, you fucking cheater!" She looked like she was gonna cry.
"Babe, I fucking love you, and only you! I would never want or will cheat on you. You make the best cookies and your the best fucker in bed I ever had!" I said while hugging her to calm her down.
She hit my arm playfully and giggled. "So why did she call you?" She asked.
"Did you happen to get her name?" I ask her.
"Yeah, Ashley. I think she said her last name was Summers." she answered.
"I haven't talked to her in like seventeen years." I say wishing that she tells me to call her back.
"You know her?" She asks.
"Yeah I used to date her." I answer.
"Oh,...... do you want to know what she wanted?" She asked. I have know idea what to say to that. is this a test?
"Call her back. I can tell you wanna know." she sighed.
"You sure?" I ask just to make sure that it wasn't a test.
"Yeah, I kinda wanna know too." she smiled.
"Ok, I will. But first, I wanna do this," I say as I try to slide my hand in her tight-ass jeans. She starts to giggle as she takes my clothes off.
"I want you so bad!"
I take her clothes off while I move my lips down her body.
Once I get her panties off, we start making sweet love.
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A little later
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The phone call

Ashley: hello? Who is this?
Seth: hey Ash. It's Seth. I was just returning your call.
A: omg hey how are you?
S: why did you call me? ( he doesn't like talking on the phone)
A: oh... umm.... how can I put this?.. Umm..... you have a kid.?!?!?!
S: WHAT!!! Why are you telling me this now?
A: well I need you to take her. I can't take care of her anymore
S: I can't. I travel a lot for work.
A: please! Their gonna put her in foster care if you don't.
S: ugh! Let me think about it?
A: fine, but figure it out soon.
S: talk to you later
( phone call ended)
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"So... what she want?" Leigh said while fixing her hair.
"I have a kid."I answer.
"Why is she telling you that now?" She said while walking over to me.
"She wants me to take the kid. she can't take care of it." I answer.
"What did you say?" She asked as she zipped up her boot.
" That I'll think about it." I answer as I get up to get ready to go out.
" WHAT!! Seth!! It's your kid!!!" She screamed.
"Leigh, I can't. You know that" I answer.
"But you don't even want to meet it?" Leigh asked.
" kinda but........"
"KINDA!!!! Seth it's you fucking kid!" She said cutting me off.
" Stop freaking. It's just a kid." I answer cuz I wanna stop arguing.
" Let's just go to the restaurant now or we're going to be late." she said as she walked out.
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At the restaurant.
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"WHAT!?!?! Seth you little slut!" Dean, my best friend, laughed after I told the guys about my kid.
"I'm not a slut! And it's not little! Ask Leigh!" I say back.
"Roman, Seth doesn't even want to meet this kid. Can you please talk some sense into him?" Leigh says to my other best friend.
" Seth! Be a man and meet your kid!" Roman says passionately.
" Yeah Seth, you don't wanna be hated. I never met my dad and I fucking hate his guts." Dean says to me while taking a sip of beer. " It didn't help that my mom abandoned me, too" he said after he swallowed his drink.
" Come on Seth! Just meet your kid. That's all we are asking from you." Leigh says to me.
"Ugh, fine I guess I will meet the kid. But I don't know about taking care of it." I say.
"WHAT?!?!?!" Roman and Dean say while trying not to choke on their beer.
" Ashley can't take care of the kid anymore." I explain.
" So if he doesn't take the kid, then it will go to a foster home," Leigh continues.
" Dude, take the kid! Foster care is not a place you want to send a kid. Trust me I would know." Dean says.
" Yeah, do you want the kid to end up like Dean?" Roman jokes.
"But what about WWE? We travel a lot. Do you think raising a kid on the road is a good idea?" I say to them.
"Well how old is the kid?" Roman, the professional kid-take-care-er, asks.
" Ummm... I think...... it's ... about ... 17-ish?" I answer as I do some math in my head.
"Just take the kid." Dean says sounding annoyed.