CRASHING Into PEARENTHOOD
I noticed something… unusual. There, in the middle of the couch, was a baby. A real, breathing, tiny human baby.
My first instinct? I froze. My bag slid off my shoulder and hit the floor with a dull thud. My brain went into overdrive, trying to process what I was looking at. Diapers, a little bottle, and a note lay on the coffee table next to the sleeping infant, as if this was a normal scene in my very not-baby-proof apartment.
"Uh… what?" I mumbled to myself, taking hesitant steps closer. The baby was bundled up in a fluffy pink blanket, her little fist gripping the edge of it like her life depended on it. She couldn’t have been older than a few months. Who in their right mind would leave a baby here?
That’s when it hit me like a slap to the face. Damian.
“Damian!” I yelled, panic creeping into my voice. No answer. “Damian, get your ass out here! Why is there a baby in the living room?” Still nothing. Typical.
I carefully picked up the note from the table, my heart pounding as I read the shaky handwriting. "Take care of her. I can't."
Just four words, but they hit like a freight train. My grip on the paper tightened. This had to be a joke, right? A prank Damian cooked up with his buddies? But one look at the baby—her tiny, peaceful face—and I knew this was no joke.
My stomach churned as I glanced back at the open door. Damian wasn’t the most responsible guy in the world, but surely he wouldn’t… right? Right?!
I heard the faint jingle of keys outside, followed by the sound of footsteps. Damian strolled in, a bag of groceries in one hand, looking way too calm for the chaos I’d just walked into.
“Hey, Noah. You’re back,” he said casually, like there wasn’t a literal child sitting in our living room.
I stared at him, wide-eyed. “Damian. There’s a baby. On our couch.”
He raised an eyebrow, setting the groceries down on the kitchen counter. “Yeah, I know. Cute, isn’t she?”
“What the hell do you mean ‘cute’?! Whose baby is this?!” I hissed, my voice rising with every word.
Damian rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding my gaze. “Uh… mine?”
And just like that, my life turned upside down.
Author's Note:
Hello there, fellow readers!
This is my first story (well, not really...) I mean, I do have stories I write just for myself, but they’ll never see the light of day. But lucky for this one, I decided to share it with you all! :3
Now, I’m a pretty lazy person, so my schedule might be a bit all over the place. But I’m aiming for a weekly update... maybe? xD I just hope my brain doesn’t lose its sparkle ✨💖.
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♡☆Amygamerian☆♡
is this writing fire?!
2025-02-09
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