This is just a one shot that popped into my head. I recommend you listen to the song. It's close but trails off at the end hope you like.
He's Mine – Rodney Atkins
There was a knock at the door; he raised himself off the couch to answer it. Opening the door he was wondering if it was the cops, wouldn't be the first time. He pulled open the door to see Mr. Johnson from down the road standing with six boys.
Mr. Johnson said he, "caught them shootin' beer bottles down in the holler and smokin'." Leaning against the door frame, "Is that right?" Puck looked at the boy they all looked guilty. He knew all their fathers and mothers. He just smiled.
Then the old man said, "They won't speak when spoken to. So which one here belongs to you and I know one does. 'Cause they all started runnin' to your back forty when they saw me comin' on my gator."
He looked Mr. Johnson in the eyes, "he's mine that one. Got a wild-haired side and then some it's no surprise what he's done. He's ever last bit of my old man's son and if you knew me then there'd be no question in your mind. You'd know he's mine. Yeah he is."
He pointed to the one with a Mohawk and hazel eyes, "what about the others?" He sighed, "I'll guess I'll take those too." Once he thanked Mr. Johnson he closed the door, "You're lucky your ma didn't open that door. You'd be dead."
"I know you won't tell her will you?" He leaned back looking at his son and his friends, "Nah your Ma is stressed enough as it is. Go on now." He watched as the boys headed upstairs, "Yo Puck your dad is pretty cool." He grinned when he heard his son say, "I know."
Friday Night Football Game
Friday night football games, he was living for the speakers to call the name on the back of number twenty. Just one-forty-five and five foot eleven, maybe. That night they played Carmel High who played dirty.
Limelight barely shined on number twenty but everyone still remembers when he whooped up on that boy way bigger for taking that cheap shot on our little kicker and they threw him out. He stood in the stands a proud father yelling, "HE'S MINE!"
"Noah stop that. I can't believe you approve of him being so violent." Noah looked down at his wife of almost eighteen years, "Come on babe. He's mine remember. We're just lucky he ain't knocked some girl up."
His wife slapped his arm, "Noah I can't believe you. Go get your son so we can go home." Noah rolled his eyes, "Yeah B when he's bad he's mine but when he's good he's yours. It don't work that way." He watched as his very pregnant wife rose from the bleachers, "Fine I will go get my honor roll son."
He chuckled and followed her making sure she didn't trip. She was tiny and could barely see her feet. "Hey Rachel," she turned to look at him pointing to his son talking to a short girl wearing a short skirt and an animal sweater.
"Remind you of anyone?" She rubbed her extended stomach, "Noah I have no idea what you are talking about." He smirked at her wrapping his arms around her, "Oh really father like son B. I hope you like her cause that's your future daughter in law."
Rachel looked down the field and pointed, "No that one is." Noah looked at a blond cheerleader, "No Rachel. That girl right there is and I bet you a hundred dollars and a vacation to anywhere." She laughed, "Oh really Noah that could take years."
Noah snorted, "We'll see about that. Do you know what I want if I win?" She shook her head, "No, what?" He grinned down at her, "I want another baby." She groaned, "Noah we have six as it is. By the time he gets married I might be too old to have more."
He grinned at her, "That's fine then you shouldn't have a problem agreeing to it." She sighed, "Fine Noah. If that girl becomes our daughter in law, I will have another baby." He growled, "Say mine." She laughed, "Fine I will have Noah Puckerman's child."
Four Months Later
His son was eighteen and married. He grinned at his wife who was holding their three month old daughter. "So five boys and a girl, you think we can make another little girl that looks just like you?" She was glaring at her son and his now wife who was pregnant.
"Shut it Puckerman. You're lucky I don't kill you. You knew he was having sex with her. You could have prevented this." He sighed, "No babe. He's mine and when it comes to sex, well we don't listen." She sighed, "Fine. I guess you get your seventh child, Puckerman."
She handed the baby to him, "I want you to remember something." He smiled down at his daughter, "what?" "She's mine." He paled and she laughed going to talk to the newlyweds. He watched as his oldest son hugged Rachel and thought, I thank God he's mine. Bless his heart.