Misfit

"That is just fine by me.." Matt said, inhaling the masculine scent seeping from Quinton.

"Well I do not want you having anymore. That was supposed to be my job remember to help you feel better..." Drew frowned.

"Drew, that is not your job right now. Your job is to heal and take care of Paige." Mike sighed and kissed his cheek.

"But it is my job... Mike ever since I agreed to cry in front of you I've turned into a fucking wimp." Drew grumbled.

Quinton walked along the beach, letting his feet get wet, all the while holding Matt's hand.

"Not a whimp, but you had the weight of the world on your shoulders, I just tried to take some of it off. I want you to feel better."

Matt smiled as he looked over at Quinton.
"This is... nice. Real nice." He murmured.

"No Mike I don't feel better."Drew sighed. "I'd rather be the old me again. I hate being so weak."

"Yes, yes it is." He let go of Matt's hand and wrapped it around his waist.

"Drew, I dont want you to have so much to deal with. You shouldnt have too. You just had the baby, our baby."

Matt grinned, leaning into Quinton. He loved the way this made him feel.

"And you just got a third job. And proposed to me. And bought us a house. Mike you've done everything." Drew sighed.

Quinton winced, the added weight made him turn to shoulder it and it hurt his abdomen. He tried to ignore it.

Mike smiled tirdley.
"Yes I have, and I will continue to do everything for you and Paige."
He had the whole world on his shoulders.

"I'm sorry." Matt frowned as Quinton winced. He stood upright.


"But Mike that's not how I want it to be. I don't want you so stresssed out. I need to do some things too..."

"Your fine Matt, im just getting old." He laughed, even though he was only twenty five.

"Not right now, or you know what? Yes you need to take care of Paige while im not there."

"You certainly don't look that old..." Matt said, wondering just how old he was.


"That's not what I meant." Drew pouted.

"No but I feel old sometime." Quinton sighed warily. He felt to be fifty.

"Well its what I mean Drew. She needs her momma to be home with her while im out working for us."

"Well how old are you?" Matt asked.


"Mike, fine. But I'm only doing that until I am capable of getting a job..." Drew sighed.

"Twenty Five in a week." He had a way of changing his age as the year changed even if his birthday had not been yet.

"Nope, your doing that for as long as Paige needs you too. She needs her momma, not her.....Daddy."

Matt nodded.
"I'm twenty four." That wasn't a big age difference. Good.

Drew frowned.
"Mike a baby needs her father just as much as she needs her mother."

Quinton winked at him and kissed his cheek sweetly. He left out hand clutch his abdomen as they walked.

"I have got to work Drew and she needs you more and im not hiving anymore arguments about it. I have work right now and you have to take care of our baby."

Matt smiled.
"Well you ready to go?"

"Mike, goddamnit she needs us both. Can you please treat her as if she is biologically yours?" Drew shook his head.

"Yeah." Quinton led his back to his car and once more opened the door for him before getting in hisself and driving home.

"Even is she was mine Damnit, I am not her mother, you are Drew." Mike growled, he was not arguing.

Quinton's house was fairly large. Much nicer than anything Matt had ever lived in. It intimidated him slightly as he got out of the car.

"Mike I don't care. YOU are her father. A child needs a mother AND father." Drew said

Yes, Quinton had a very nice house that was right beside the beach. It was two stories. He hadn't wanted such a big house but his grand father died and lef it too him so here he was. The house had four bathrooms and eight bedrooms all together, two living rooms, balconeys and a giant kitchen and dinning room. He took Matt's hand and lead him inside after unlocking the door. The house was nicely furnashed. He had pitcures and what nots every where.

"Drew, I dont feel like arguing now just drop it." Mike grit his teeth and clenched his bruised hand.

Matt looked around and his jaw practically dropped. It was so high class in here. He felt so out of place, he'd grown up in some low class town, on the streets for most of his childhood. It wasn't uncommon to be mugged or see someone being jumped every time you left the house.

"Sure Mike, I'll just ignore the fact that our child needs a normal family." Drew hissed.

"Okay, so do you want you own room because if you do then while I give the tour you need to check them out and pick one."

Mike just drug a callused had across his faced and wondered. /Why me?/

Fuck. He'd wanted to share a room.
"Sure, I'll have my own. If that's alright." Matt said.

Drew rolled his eyes and held the baby to his chest. All they did was fight anymore...

Well Quinton would not lie, he was dissapointed but if Matt wanted his own room then he didn't mind. He took Matt around and showed the kitchen, the dinning room, the four bathrooms, and the two living rooms before showing him the four rooms on the first floor and the three on the second floor that was not being used.

Mike jumped as his phone rang, he answered it.
"What Quincy?"
"Yes."
"You didnt tell me he got shot though."
"Yeah its healthy I think."
"No im not certain."
"No its not mine exactly."
"Yes I can and ill be there shortly."
Mike stood up and slipped his phone in his pocket.
"I need to go somewhere."

"God, this place is huge... I might get lost." Matt joked. "You know maybe I should stay in your room so I don't get lost in here." Matt crossed his fingers mentally, hoping that had worked without creeping Quinton out...


"Where?" Drew asked. They may be fighting but that didn't mean he wanted Mike to leave.