𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 (𝐝𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐰 𝐱 𝐨𝐜)

>adventures of babysitting<

David's POV:

After a long day on set, Brooke, Luke, and I headed home. When we got there, Luke and Brooke went to go find something to occupy themselves while I ordered pizza. Brooke put on The Goonies and we all sat down to watch it. Half way through the movie, the pizza came.
"Luke which one do you want?" I asked as Brooke struggled to get the plates down from the cabinet.

"The biggest one!" he cheered in excitement.

"David," Brooke moaned.

don't blow that out of proportion, i didn't mean it in a dirty way:(

"Watch out Smalls, I can get the plates down," I laughed, getting them down without a struggle.

"Why did I get stuck with the short genes?" she wined.

"Well you got the genes giving you nice eyes," I added.

"We are not fighting over this again," she laughed.

"Okay, but you win when it comes to nice eyes," I said putting my hands on her waist. She wrapped her hands around my head and kissed me.

"Whatever you say Curls. I'm not in the mood to argue with you tonight."

Through out the night, the 3 of us had a blast. Luke and Brooke got along really well. The two of them seemed to have like a mother-son relationship. It was cute.
I couldn't help but notice how good Brooke was with kids. Luke wasn't even that young, which you would think would be harder. She had a way of always getting them to listen. And the way Luke looked up to her was even cuter.
Luke ended up falling asleep at like 10 o'clock. He rested his hand on Brooke's chest while she played with his hair. I looked at them and saw that Brooke was focused on Luke, smiling.
"You're gonna make a great mom," I whispered not wanting to wake Luke up.

"Yeah, I guess I will," she began, "How many kids do you want?"

"However many my wife wants. She's the one holding them in her womb for 9 months and than going through the torture of labor."

"If that's you asking how many I want, than 3 is my answer. The oldest a girl and than two years later, twins. One boy and one girl, the girl being older by a couple of minutes."

"Well then, that's what I want too."

"What should be name them?" she asked looking up at me.

"Our boy should be named after your brother. Benjamin, whatever his middle name ends of being, Moscow. Our girls could be something pretty like Leavea and Shayna. Their middle names can be after our moms or other women in our lives who are import to us," I suggested.

"We can make Reese and Micheal Leavea's godparents. The twins' godparents could be Luke and whoever his wife is," she added.

We both laughed and continued talking about our future. Planning it out was actually a lot of fun. We would both go to school in NYC, Colombia for me and Julliard for Brooke, obviously studying dance. After collage, we would move into an apartment in New York and not to long after we would get married. After that, we would have Leavea and two years later Shayna and Ben.
After a couple hours, Brooke brought Luke into my room. We would crash in her room and Luke would take mine. She helped him get ready because he was half asleep. In the meantime, I got ready in her room. While doing so, I noticed a piece of paper stick out of her dresser.
Out of curiosity, I read the note. Who in the world would write this to her. The boy next door...oh shit that's me. We lived in apartments next too each other. Than it hit me, her father.
"Davey, Luke's sound asleep. We can relax," she said coming into her room. I turned to face her with the note in my hand.

I held it up, "Care to explain?"