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Joanne was sitting at the kitchen table working on a case, when all of a sudden the sound of the door opening, shattered her thoughts.

"Jooooaaaannnnne?" Maureen called out in a singsong voice, while stumbling through the apartment door.

Just as Joanne was about to call out to Maureen, her girlfriend came staggering, bringing them both into a sloppy kiss. Scrunching up her face after pulling away, Joanne brought her hand to her mouth, wiping the extra saliva Maureen had left over from the brief encounter.

"Thanks for that." Joanne sarcastically said.

Maureen smirked, now sitting her body comfortably on Joanne's lap. "You're welcome baby."

"Maureen are you drunk again?"

"NO!" Maureen shouted wrapping her arms around the lawyer's neck.

"I can smell the alcohol on you, I thought you said you were cutting back."

"I did cut back…" Maureen slurred. "I cut back by one drink…"

Joanne rolled her eyes. "That's good progress…"

Maureen nodded with pride. "It is isn't it? So we going to go have sex or what?"

"Not tonight, I have work to do." Joanne answered.

"Work?" Maureen asked, now looking around to see papers scattered around the table. "Joanne's its almost one in the morning, shouldn't you be done by now?"

"Almost. So can you get your drunken ass to bed, so I can finish up. I have to get up early tomorrow."

"Why?" Maureen asked. "Its Sunday…isn't tomorrow like God's day or something? The day of rest?"

"No today was God's day, tomorrow is Monday, the start of a new work week." Joanne explained with a hint of annoyance.

"Who cares about work?" Maureen said.

"I do…someone has to be the responsible one." Joanne answered.

"I'm not responsible?" Maureen asked, her body swaying back and forth due to the alcohol in her system.

Joanne just shook her head. "Just go to bed…"

"Whatever." Maureen stated now trying to stand up. Once she was up she began walking to the bedroom. She didn't even try getting change for bed; instead the diva belly flopped on the bed and let herself pass out.

The next morning Maureen woke up to a pounding on the door.

"Go away!" Maureen shouted from the bed.

The pounding however persisted.

"Joanne?" Maureen pouted as she rolled over, her pout getting bigger when she realized her girlfriend was at work.

"Fine!" The drama queen yelled, throwing the blankets off of her, the palm of her hands digging into her eyes to block the harsh sunlight. Before she made it to the door the knocking got louder, which only made Maureen angrier. "I'm coming! Jeeze, don't get your fucking panties all in a bunch!"

Finally reaching the door, she pulled it open, revealing a man, and a small child.

"Yes?" Maureen asked bitterly, a headache now setting in.

"Is this the residence of…" The guy read over a piece of paper. "Joanne Jefferson?"

Maureen gave him a confused stare, while his bright blues eyes gave her a look of hope.

"Yes…" Maureen slowly answered.

"Here." The guy said pushing the small kid towards her. "I was told to bring him here."

Maureen eyed the small brunette haired boy, her focus then going back to the older man. "We didn't order any kids…"

The guy shrugged. "Sorry I was told to take him here." He then passed Maureen the kid's duffle bag, and proceeded to walk away.

"Wait." Maureen shouted. "Why here?"

The guy turned back to Maureen, while still walking. "I don't know…I got paid to bring him here…I don't know the background info…see yeah!"

Maureen sighed her eyes now glancing towards the little kid. "Umm okay…"

It wasn't long before Maureen was on the phone, telling Joanne about the random knock on their door, while the little boy just stood in front of her staring.

"I don't know Joanne, some guy brought him over…did you get pregnant in the past and forget to tell me?" Maureen shouted.

"No." Joanne answered. "I only had sex with one guy, and we used protection. After that I went straight to girls, so there is no possible way that, that kid has any connections to me."

"Well he came looking for you." Maureen stated, her eyes now landing on the kid. "What do I do with him?"

Joanne sighed. "I'll try and come home early today, we can't just dump him somewhere and leave him stranded. There is obliviously a reason why he came to my door."

"Okay…but hurry home, I don't want to deal with this, he came looking for you, not me." Maureen said.

"Okay…" Joanne said a little irritated that Maureen wasn't being more grown up about this. "I'll try and make it home within two hours."

"One hour." Maureen demanded.

"Maureen don't push it…"

Maureen sighed. "Okay…I'll see you later…bye."

Maureen hung up the phone, crossing her arms over her chest, her eyes glancing at the kid standing in front of her. "So you have a name or something?"

"Jacob." He answered in a quiet voice.

Maureen nodded. "Can I call you Jake?"

"Sure." He shrugged his shoulders.

"Do you know what a hangover is Jake?" Maureen asked.

Jake shook his head.

"It's what happens when you drink to much the night before, so I'm going to lie down for a bit on the couch." Maureen stated and then looked around the apartment. "How old are you?"

"Eight."

Maureen smiled contently, her body now sprawling across the couch. "Good, you're old enough to take care of yourself. Just don't make a mess, Joanne hates a messy apartment, oh and keep it down a bit, I have a little headache…"

Finally feeling satisfied with herself, the diva closed her eyes. Her eyes however didn't stay closed when the feeling of someone watching her shot them open. She turned her head to the right, her eyes meeting small brown ones.

"Go play." Maureen ordered, but the kid just stood there.

"Okay…" Maureen said while sitting up. "You hungry or something?"

Jake nodded his head up and down.

Maureen stood up from the couch, heading into the kitchen. "Okay lets go see what we have." Joanne owes me for this…

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This idea came to me after watching Big Daddy (which I don't own) but yeah i'm going to change it up a lot, with Rent! (Which i don't own either)

I hope you enjoy!