Once A Father, Always A Lover
Chapter 1
Warnings: I'll put them in the next chapter.
There was a knock at the door. Arthur had been woken up at night by his bladder and so while he was up, he decided to have some tea. He still doesn't remember why he wanted tea at such an ungodly hour but little did he know, it was the best and worst time to have his favourite tea.
It was 2 o'clock when he heard a sharp rapping at his apartment door. He checked his rather snazzy watch to see it was very late at night, or in this case quite early. He stood up quickly, expecting them to knock again but there was nothing. 'Hm,' he thought, 'It is far too early for the morning paper and no one ever knocks for that, what on earth could it be?' He made it to the door and stood for a moment. Were they still there? Did they leave something in his mailbox? He looked through the little peephole but saw nobody there. Arthur was reluctant to open the door. What if someone was to jump out and scare him? What if it was a robbery? Or possibly someone wanted to playing a prank? He glared at the door before swinging it open, ready to be clobbered by a fist or startled by some child playing a prank.
Silence was what he received. Nothing more than the steady rain until he heard a rustle. It came from a basket that sat directly in front of him. There was a note stuck to the handle of the basket. Arthur cautiously peeled the note off of the handle and read it carefully: "Dear mister Kirkland, I am unable to take care of this child nor am I ready to be tied down with such a burden, you are the father therefore he is your responsibility from now on. Good day to you."
Arthur nearly fainted. A child? There was no way he could raise a child! He was only 19 years of age he also had no experience with children. He calmed his breathing and looked at the note again. "Oh God, this cannot be happening!" He sighed but just then, he was interrupted by a soft cry. His hard emerald eyes softened when he heard the little bundle began to fuss. He leaned down to take a look at the the pile of clothes. He reached out slowly to pull the cloth away and when he did, the crying instantly stopped. He looked into big, shiny blue eyes that were filled with little tears. The little baby instantly stopped crying when they looked at each other. Arthur couldn't help but crack a small smile at the little baby that sat in the basket.
The small baby gave a smile back and began to laugh, cooing happily at Arthur's face. "What in God's name are you laughing at? This is a time of crisis here!" Arthur threw his hands in the air and glared at the baby, making it laugh even more. "So you think it's hilarious that I'm stuck with you? Well how about I just leave you here, how's that?" He turned on his heel and began to walk back into his apartment. At that instant, the baby started to cry, this time more of a wail than just fussing.
"Alright fine, just stop that ridiculous crying of yours." Arthur sighed in defeat and turned back around. The baby stopped when he saw Arthur once again. He picked up the basket and walked back into his apartment. Arthur had no idea what he was in for when he brought that basket into his home.
Here's the first chapter, I know it was short but they will get longer.