We're married?!

Petite amie

Chapter 5

Duncan's POV:

I started on dinner. As I was trying to separate the gluten free items from the normal items, I heard James yelp in terror.

I abandoned the food thankfully and looked over the counter to check on James and the baby.

"What?" I asked him.

"The baby smells rank," sniffed James, pinching his nose and pulling a face. I looked at the baby and said quickly, "Change it."

"Heck no!"

"C'mon James, I need to prepare dinner!"

"But I don't want to look after babies!"

"James."

"No."

"Please."

"Never!"

I put on my puppy dog face. James cursed and looked testily at the baby. With a loud groan, he pulled it out of the pram and carried it off.

I resumed cooking.

A few minutes later, James returned, looking very upset. I stifled my laughter and asked, "How was it?"

"I hate children," was his reply as he dumped the baby back into the pram.

"Is it a boy or a-"

"Girl."

I gazed at the baby. 8D, that was how I looked.

The baby cooed and waved her pudgy hands at me. I picked her up and kissed her forehead. She giggled.

"Stupid baby leaks," growled James. I glanced at him and added, "Thanks for changing the baby James." He coughed sheepishly and waved his hand. I grinned.

I put the baby back in the pram and went back to the stove.

Dinner was just about done when the doorbell rang. I flicked my gaze to James. He was sitting at the table tickling the baby's tummy. He didn't look like he was gonna move anytime soon. I rolled my eyes and went to the door.

Standing on the doorstep was a floating teddy bear. I blinked and rubbed my eyes hard. Still a floating teddy bear.

"Where's the world's greatest boyfriend?" asked the toy in a shrill girl voice. I frowned and stepped back hesitantly. The bear stopped floating and I found myself gazing at Chelsea Grace. She's a girl in our school. I thought she moved to France or something.

"Hey Dunkie, where's my hunk of man?" she asked, batting her eyelashes at me. I looked warily around and ventured a guess. "Somewhere not close to here? Preferably back in France?"

"I meant James," sighed the girl. I frowned. James? My James? He had a girlfriend? The guy cheats on anything that moves!

"James Johnson?" I asked her just to make sure.

"Yeah."

"My James Johnson?"

"The one and only."

"You're his girlfriend?"

"Yep."

And her boyfriend was sitting in his kitchen with a our fake baby. Oh boy. I fixed a smile on my face and gestured.

"Come inside, I was just making din-dins," I said. Chelsea tottered inside. She called for James.

Something crashed in the kitchen. I winced.

James came hurrying in, his clothes dirty with baby food. I face-palmed. This is why he isn't allowed in the kitchen.

"Chelsea?!" he squeaked in surprise. The girl nodded. I closed the door behind her. James stared.