Misfit

"Se non ti dispiace. Ma non si sentono obbligati..." Matt said softly.


"Mike I know you're hurting too. Just please stop thinking like that... it is YOURS." Drew sighed.

"Matt, io non sono certo facendo questo perché mi sento obbligato. L'onesta alla verità di Dio è che ti piace. Basta passare il tempo con te mi rende felice."

Mike closed his eyes. He was trying but it was not that easy. Not when you can clearly see HIM in the baby and know that he had nothing to do with it.

Matt blushed.
"E 'lo stesso per me. Non sono stato felice da quando avevo quindici anni. Fino a oggi."

"I love you Mike... and I want to love her. It is hard for me too... I don't like seeing myself and that disgusting man combined. And I hate that this little girl will always wonder why she does not look like you."

"Ebbene, Im andando a renderti felice. Basta aspettare e vedere."
Quinton beamed, he would not be alone anymore.

"I know Drew." He sighed, not like she would see him much. He was not making enough. He would graduate soon. He needed to add a third job and if he wanted to work up to getting a really good job that pays well he would need a collage eduacation. He couldnt pay for that right now but he had found a way too. He was thinking about joining the National Guard. They would pay for his collage intuition and he would get other things. He just didn't know how Drew would react to it. He would be away certain times for training and if it was needed they could call him to war.

For some reason those words made Matt's stomach do a backflip.
"Spero di sì."

"Mike... I want you to stop working so much..." Drew said softly. "I want her to spend time with her father."

Quinton smiled softly before he began to eat. He looked up every now and then to see if Matt was enjoying the food.

"Drew baby, I can't. I can maybe in a while. I need to go to collage so I can get a dencent job."
He hadnt said how he would pay for it yet.

Matt was enjoying the food alright. He stopped and savored every bite. It had been forever since he'd had food this good.

"No. I will damnit. I don't want to be the weak one in this relationship. We decided that it would be equal. That does not mean you go out, work your ass off and baby me while I do nothing but bawl. That was strictly while I was pregnant. Now, you will stay at home with the child, I will go out and work. Mom says she thinks I might get a scholarship to college anyway."

Quinton was delighted that Matt was enjoying this. He caught the waiter and asked him to give Matt a desert menu too.


"Drew, right now that baby needs its mother. We can consider you working later but right now, you have a new born. I have been working, I can do this. Im am not taking no for an answer. The baby NEEDS you."
Mike would have had a scholarship but since he had started working his graded went down the toilet.

Matt blushed.
"Quinton, all this isn't necessary..."

"The baby needs it's father too." Drew sighed. He could already tell by the Mike was acting that he would never think of Paige as his. He would not treat her as his own. It would alway's be DREW'S child not THEIR child.

"C'mon, Let me pamper you. Besides, you'll hate yourself if you dont try some of these Italian deserts."

"Drew baby, I will be there, just not all day. We have a baby, It needs clothes and food, and dipers and a crib and everything. I want to give this baby everything I can. Dont worry, I will be its daddy, Ill be a good one too."

Matt smiled.
"God, you're tempting." He laughed and ordered something.


"Okay." Drew was skeptical but he was done for the moment. How could Mike be a good father to a child he didn't love?

Quinton ordered something for himself also and when he got the bill, since he did not want to make Matt feel bad becuse it was a good bit of money he said he had to use the bathroom. He got up and paid the money at the counter by the door before going back and waiting for Matt to finish.

Mike bit his lip, he needed to tell Drew how he was going to pay for his collage. He was just scared of how Drew would take it.

Matt quickly finished and walked back out to the car with Quinton.
"...Would you want to take a walk...?" He asked softly. There was a nice little beach not too far away.

Drew sighed. He hated this. He was NOT the woman in the relationship. He was not supposed to have the child. He was supposed to work. He was supposed to be the one babying Mike. This was all wrong.

Quinton blinked but then nidded with a smile.
"Sure, its a nice night. I walk would be good."

"Drew sweet heart........im thinking about joining the National Guard." There he had said it.

Matt grinned and led Quinton to the beach not far away. He knew his way around this town and he had camped out several times along the ocean here.

Drew blinked a few times before it sank in.
"No. No fucking way. A thousand time no." That was not even an option.

Quinton took in the beautiful site of the beach. That place was amazing. He swallowed hard and did something bold considering he had only met this man a while ago. He let his hand gently grasp Matt's.

"Drew, I have too. Dont worry about it. Ill be fine, and it wont be that bad."
Mike frowned.

Matt smiled, squeezing Quinton's hand, letting him know he was okay with it. He intertwined their fingers.

"Mike..." Drew racked his brains for anything to stop Mike from doing that.
"You do that and I will kill myself. I will give Paige to my mother and I will put a gun to my fucking head. And don't you dare think I won't Mizanin!"
Drew was dead serious.

Quinton grinned brightly as he held Matts hand and walked down the beach. He had half a mind to go swimming.

"Drew, your not getting anywhere with me. I need to do that and just tihnl about what you would be doing to your baby, doing to your mother, doing to me. I dont ever want to hear that come out of your mouth again." Mike hissed, that was uncalled for.

Matt eyed the sparkling waters.
"Want to swim?" He raised a brow.

"The baby doesn't know me yet. My mom would get over it eventually and you, well you wouldn't care because you were the reason I did it. Don't think I'm bluffing Mike." Drew shook his head, laughing bitterly. "I will fucking do it."

Quinton wanted too but he didn't want to get his abdomen wet. It could get infected and he had other new wounds that did not need to get sea water in them. "I want too but I can't." Quinton pouted.

Mike growled and got up, he slung his chair at the wall and stromed out. Where in the hell did Drew get off?

"Oh. I'm sorry." Matt frowned but then smirked. "But you're kind of adorable when you pout."

Drew growled, stroking his child's back as he held her.

"I know you did not just call me adorable? I understand sexy." He laughed. "But adorable?"

Mike went home and then went to go look for a fucking fourth job. Drew was going to make him crazy. If he just did the National Guard he would be okay but no, Drew had to fuck it up.

"Oh don't get me wrong. You're sexy. VERY sexy..." Matt purred softly, eyes filled with lust for a moment. But he blinked and it was gone, the usual goofy grin in it's place. "But your pouting is adorable."


Drew sighed. He didn't want to spend the night alone. He was not a fan of hospitals.

Quinton tilted his head. "That was strange." He paused but the took his shoes off and rolled his pants legs up. He could get wet up to his knees.

Mike stood on top of a bridge, cars below him going at 65 miles per hour. He was seriouly contenplating suicide. How could Drew do this? He was killing Mike. Mike couldnt do four to five jobs a day and the only way out of it was the National Guard and Drew had a problem with that.

"What exactly was so strange?" Matt grinned, sliding off his shirt. He wanted to swim even though Quinton could not.

Drew refused to let another tear fall, although his pain medicine was wearing off and the pain in his stomach was killing him.
He was done crying. He was not forcing Mike to work so much. The second he was able he was going to take over Mike's job for him. He wouldn't take no for an answer.