Misfit

"Its her name Drew, we can both pick it. What do you like?" Mike has several names in his head.

Quinton raised a brow at him.
"Are you sure thats what you want? I told you not to be cheap."
He pouted.

"Well you pick the first name, then I'll pick a middle name that sounds nice with it." Drew said.


"Yeah I'm sure. To be honest anything on this menu sounds great right now." Matt smirked.

Quinton hummed and the pointed to something on the menu. "This is good, I tried it one time, it was mouth watering."

Mike frowned.
"Drew.......We should both pick it. You tell me a name you like and then ill tell you one I like and we will go from there."

"Alright... I suppose I'll have that then" Matt shrugged.

"Fine... I like Nicole... your turn." Drew said softly.

Quinton pouted.
"C'mon, what do you really want? SOmething has got to catch your eye."

Mike put on a smile and nodded. He didnt really like that name, a girl who had teased him shared that name but Drew liked it.
"I like that name, its cute."

"Not really I could drool over all this. I haven't had a decent meal in at least a year." Matt shrugged.

"Now it is your turn. What name do you like?" Drew said firmly.

The spoke english. He asked what they wanted.
Quinton grinned and nodded to the man.
"Ciao signore, vorrei che la Campania e il mio amico qui vuole la Ribollita."
The man looked surprised at the fluent Italian. He then asked what they wanted to drink. Quinton simply wanted water or as he said 'Acqua'.


Mike sighed and rolled his eyes.
"I happen to like the name Nichole."

Matt was slightly surprised himself.
"Er..." He had to think a bit to recall how to speak the language. "Anch'io. (Me too)." That was all he could recall at the moment.

"Well if you could name her anything what would you pick?" Drew asked.

The waiter left and Quinton turned back to Matt.
"I like this place, its nice."
Really he liked Matts company.

"I like Nichole."
Drew was being stubborn.

"Yeah, this is nice. I like it... li gradisco (I like you.)" He added the last part quietly, barely above a whisper.

"Mike." Drew whined. "I want you to pick."

Quinton's ears perked up, he hadn't caught the last part but he was happy Matt was enjoying himself.
"Well if you like it, you should let me take you out again tomorrow."
He was asking Matt out on a date but he did it in a way that if Matt didnt like him it could just be as friends.

Mike grumbled.
"Drew im to tired to think right now, lets just go with Nichole."

"I'd like that...siete così piacevole, renda me il tatto speciale..." Matt murmured. (You're so nice, make me feel special.)


Drew sighed.
"Fine but you are picking a middle name.."

"What was that?" Quinton asked with a tilt of his head. He liked when Matt spoke Italian.

Mike nodded.
"Paige."
He loved that name.

"I said you're nice. You make me feel special." Matt said softly, once again fighting off the blush.

"Okay. Nichole Paige... Mizanin?" Drew questioned.

Quinton beamed at him, his dark brown eyes dancing.
"Bene! Voglio farvi sentire speciali Matt" (Good, I want to make you feel special Matt)

"We dont know its real fathers name and even if we did that wont be her name. Your her mother, I think McIntyre is the only reasonable choice."

"Well you definitely are. e siete cute quando sorridete..." (And you're cute when you smile.)

"But you are it's father." Drew said and he called for a nurse. He said they had a name.

A very light blush climbed Quinton's neck and spread out on his cheeks.
"Il tuo simpatico per tutto il tempo" (Your cute all the time.)

Mike bit his lip.
He did not like the name Nichole, he really didn't. That girl had taunted him about the bruises he had because of his father.

"e siete sexy quando parlate italiano." Matt blushed when he realized what he had just said. Somehow saying it in Italian seemed less bold to him.

"Mike.. you don't like it. Just say so." Drew said, apologizing to the nurse. He let her know it would take a minute. "Is Paige... Marie better?"

Quinton laughed aloud.
"Stavo pensando la stessa cosa su di te."

"Drew baby, you like Nichole. It is a very pretty name. Nichole is fine." Mike insisted.

Matt smirked.
"Nizza per avere qualcuno per parlarlo con. Sta distendendosi per me. "

Drew frowned and shook his head stubbornly. He would not have Mike hate the child even more because of its name.
"Her first name is Paige. Now is Marie fine for the middle?"

"Sì, anch'io. Im solitamente da solo. Non mi piace a piagnucolare, ma il suo bello essere non solo tonight."
Quinton gave a small smile.

Mike growled.
"Drew damnit, this is your baby. You have the right to pick its first name."
Even if Mike hated the name it was Drew's baby.
Did he mention the girl saw the scar on his back and made fun of that too?

"Me anche. E sarebbe piacevole non dormire all'esterno per una notte. Non si occupi di mai, io sono spiacente. Quello era pushy. Non li prevedo lo ho lasciato spendere la notte." Matt shook his head, upset with himself for assuming that.

Drew shook his head.
"Well I hope Paige Marie Mizanin is alright with you. It is your baby too." Drew said and then told the nurse to put that name on the birth certificate.

"Il suo okay Matt. Stavo davvero si vuole venire a casa con me. Se per qualsiasi cosa in modo da non essere così sola. Non mi aspetto che tu a fare qualsiasi cosa con me. Mi piace passare del tempo con te."
Quinton would not mind being more than friends, but he didnt want to scare Matt off.

"You like the name Nichole though Drew! Thats not fair! Its not like I carried the baby, or had the baby, hell I didnt even have a hand in making the baby. Its yours you can name it."

"Siete sicuri? Non dovrei ammettere quello. Era rude." Matt frowned at himself.

"Mike, stop thinking like that damnit. It is your child. Must you keep reminding me that it isn't yours?!" Drew exclaimed, tears filling his eyes. "Every time you make that damn comment, you know what I see? What I feel? Him fucking me all over again!" Drew screamed, putting his head in his hands.

"Matt, non è stato maleducato. Dissi che stavo per farti fuori per le strade e se mi dai l'occasione lo farò. Voglio che tu torni a casa con me, posso farti la tua stanza e tutto." Quinton looked up as there food was served.
"Grazie."

Mike sighed and shook his head. He knew what it was like, he might not be pregnant and thats good because if his father had gotten him preganat he would have killed himself, no doubt about it. But he had also watched a man take what was his. Drew was his. And now they had a child who bore no resimblance to Mike and looked too much like a total stranger. Mike was hurting too. Mike hurt every time he looked at the baby, but he said nothing. He had to be the strong one so he got up and hugged Drew to his chest.