Misfit

"B-but you don't want her so whwhy wont you let me put her up for adoption?" Drew cried.

Matt sighed. Nothing was going to happen between them.

"Drew its not that I dont want her, shes not mine and it just hurts a little bit is all."

Quinton cleared his throat as he stood up and streached, his muscles rippling under hsi skin.

"I know it hurts you. Which is why I want to give her up." Drew sighed.


"So... ya got three months here?" Matt said, almost drooling at how the muscles flexed under the tight fabric of Quinton's clothing.

"You know what, Im the daddy and I say no damnit. Drew we are not giving this child up. Ill be fine and I will love her."

"Yeah."
Most men coming home from war would have a wife or girlfriend and even kids to come home to but he had nothing like that. He had his mother, his two brothers and a few friends. No one that needed him here.

"She's going to notice Mike... she's going to realize she looks nothing like you. What if she questions it someday? One of us is bound to start bawling..."

"Oh..."
A one word fucking answer. He'd gotten a one word answer. Damnit was it really this hard to start a simple conversation with this man?

Mike tried to hug his fiance. "It will be okay, we will cross that bridge when we get to it. You nor I can change that she is not mine. We are just going to have to live with it."

Quinton sat back down and let his eyes close.
"I might be here for three months, very possibly less but not like it matters. War is the only thing im good at and there is no one to miss me down here so it wont matter."

"Okay." Drew nodded. "Just do me a favor. Give her a chance. It isn't her fault her mother couldn't protect himself.

"Don't say that. There's gotta be someone... A girlfriend, a wife, kids... a boyfriend?" Matt said, not knowing if Quinton was even into men.

"Drew baby it was one time, and I am giving her a chance just by making you keep her." Mike sighed.

Quinton shook his head.
"The girlfriend I had when I first went to the army sent me a dear John letter not even a month later. My boyfriend was....he was killed." Quinton swallowed and tried to shrug it off.

"Okay, I just don't want her to grow up hating herself..." Drew sighed.


"Oh I'm so sorry... I keep saying all the wrong shit don't I?" He frowned.

"She wont, we will love her and spoil her. She will be fine Drew." Mike assured.

Quinton shrugged.
"You didn't know I had all this shit and these things happen for a reason. Cant dewel on it forever."

"Okay.." Drew was done arguing. He frowned though.

"Still sorry for askin though." Matt said. "IT's not my buisness."

Mike sighed, he hoped he could love this baby like it was his. It hurt to look at it and see Drew and that man mixed together, it killed him.

Quinton laughed.
"Who gives a fuck now days, some people dont care long as they get a good stoy out of it."
He knew Matt was not one of them, he had apologized and felt bad about it.

Drew pulled Mike to him and kissed him.
"Will you hold her... for me?" Drew asked, gesturing to the child in his mother's arms.

"Well I'm not one of those people. I don't enjoy hearing about other people's pain." Matt said.

Mike was hesitant, he really did NOT want to hold it or even look at it. He bit his lip as he held out his arms, his eyes clenched shut.

Quinton shrugged. "I know that, I realized that when you apolagized for asking."

Mrs. McIntyre handed the baby to her son who sighed and bit back tears at Mike's face.
"Mike, you can't even look at her... how are we going to raise her together." Drew sighed.

"Yeah... that why you're so... closed off?" Matt asked.

Mike bit his lip and clenched his jaw.
"Just give her here Drew."
Mike tried to calm down, he would not hurt the child he was worried he wouls scare it because he felt a snake coil in his belly, it really just now sunk in. That man had fucked his Drew, got his fiance pregnant and it made Mike's blood boil.

Quinton raised a brow but grinned.
"Yeah, sure is. And I dont have any one worth opening up to. All that would do is cause me pain for nothing and I dont do that."
Quinton hid behind his mask.

Drew hesitantly laid the child in Mike's arms. She smiled and reached out her hand, placing it on her father's cheek.

Matt eyed Quinton.
"Y'know not everyone's gonna hurt you..."

The child was innoecent he told himself, even so though, its small touch burned. Mike slowly sat down, he promised it would be okay, he would love this baby. But right now he couldnt.

Quinton laughed allowed.
"Oh yeah? Not like thatg matters either because there is no one that's going to take the time to get to know me so that they would want to be with me. And its better to be like this rather than constantly worrying."

The baby grinned widely, squeezing one of Mike's fingers in her hand repeatedly.

Matt paused.
"I know I just met you and all, but I'd like to at least get to know you."

Mike bit his lip as a small growl escaped his throat, he was not mad at this baby, this was Drews baby but now that it was here, that man touching Drew would not get out of his mind.

Quinton shrugged.
"I got one to three months to kill so if you want to get to know me I got the time."

"Mike..." Drew said softly.
The baby let go of Mike's finger, whimpering quietly.

"Well then it's settled. I'm Matt Brooks and I'm required to attend an AA meeting every week." He smirked as if this was no big deal.

Mike sighed and handed the baby over to Drew.
"I cant hold it right now baby. Dont think that means I hate it or I want it gone. It means that im pissed off and I dont want to scare it."

Quinton let the infromation roll around in his head but then gave a cheeky grin. "Hey im Quinton McDaniels and I could go off to war and die at any time."
If this man wanted something with him he would need to know that, just like Quinton needed to know he was a recovering alcoholic.

The baby whined as Drew took her back. She looked up at Mike and reached for him, grabbing at the air. Drew frowned. The baby wanted Mike but Mike didn't want to hold the baby.

"Well I pretty much live on the streets or whatever shitty hotel I can afford. So I suppose I could die at any time too." Matt smirked.

Mike looked at the baby, his eyes hard but they wanted to soften, they did for a moment until they looked into the childs eyes. Mike could kill.


Quinton shrugged.
"I guess Ill just have to fix that now wont I? He got paid good for what he did but he was never here and sure he let his momma and family use it but they never did to he had a good bit of money and his house was never used.

The baby began to cry. Mike was frightening her.
"Shhhh darlin don't cry." Drew cooed softly stroking her back as he held her.

"What do you mean? Not your job to fix my life. I fucked it up so I'll fix it..."