Author's Note: bb!Jackson feels, guys. Because I was looking at the askthewolfsitters Tumblahh AU, where Derek is a babysitter, and Stiles is a babysitter, and they share tips, and in all the pictures, bb!Jackson is holding this little ratty lizard thing, and the photo caption is he had it at the orphanage, and I couldn't not write about it. So new oneshot? I think yes. And also who does bb!Jackson look like? Duh, baby Christian Colton, AKA Colton's nephew. And also I made a reference to another story of mine, that will soon be uploaded. If you're lucky. And, yeah, I forgot when I uploaded this, Gage Golightly's character from The Troop was Hayley Steele.
Their Baby
David Whittemore was hard at work on a custody case - the Reyes were separated and attending weekly couples counseling sessions to save their broken marriage. They were living separately while trying to work out their relationship. Anna and Christopher had three children: seven year old twins named Hayley and Ethan, and a baby girl due in about six months.
He didn't care about where those children ended up, though he'd never admit it. He was too busy contemplating how long his next emergency placement would last. Andrea had gotten the call two days ago, that an infant boy, a newborn, would be staying with them until further notice. David was apprehensive, aside from his sister Caroline's son, he'd never been around a child that young.
So far they'd ended up with Raina, a troubled sixteen year old - and she was certainly troubled. The pink-haired, blue-eyed teen had raised Hell in the short two months she'd lived with them. While living in their house, on the third day of school, she'd been suspended from school for three days after getting caught smoking marijuana behind the bleachers, and then the day she returned, she'd gotten from Beacon Hills High School for giving oral sex in the janitor's closet. The following week, she'd been placed in another home per his wife's request.
Next came Aaron. Aaron was thirteen and waiting to be adopted by an older couple who needed to have a background check and a home check done before Aaron could live with them. He had dark hair that hung limply around his broad shoulders and his crescent-shaped eyes were a dull grey. He was a relatively good kid, or at least he was compared to Raina. His grades hovered around As and Bs, he played soccer for the school team, never came home with a referral. Aaron stayed for seven months, until his adoptive parents were considered fit to house a child and continue with the adoption process.
"Dave," only Andrea was allowed to call him Dave. "Dave, the baby is here."
Unsure of how long the baby would be staying, Andrea had stocked up on everything a newborn would need - unbelievably tiny clothes, enough blankets to keep an army warm during a blizzard, all the formula in the world, boxes of diapers stacked to the ceiling in the room that was formerly his spacious office. The bed had been disassembled and a crib had been set up.
Andrea Whittemore walked into the firm around 2pm, holding a neutral-color infant car-seat with a bald, chubby infant. The arms and legs of his navy-blue, moons, stars and planets-adorned one-piece were pushed up to his elbows and knees respectively, showing off the adorable rolls of fat on his wrists and ankles. The sky-blue blanket he'd probably been sheathed in was bunched at his feet, combating the 100-degree heat in the un-air conditioned building.
That was their son. Most emergency placements lasted days, weeks, months, but Jackson Sean, the name they'd chosen from the baby-name book that Andrea had bought with their baby essentials, was a Whittemore. And there was no doubt about it.