This is not set in any season, I'd probably be taking situations out of each season and placing them all into this story any which way I please…because I can.
A wail from the bedroom next door roused a slightly hung-over, aggravated Christian Troy from his expensive linen sheets and comfortable soft bed. He raised his head from underneath a feather pillow and glanced at the clock on the nightstand beside him. It pronounced a bright red, four thirty…in the morning.
Christian groaned and allowed his head to hit the pillow with a plop before propping himself onto his elbows and turning himself onto his back. He rubbed his eyes with the palm of his hands and ran a hand through his black mussed up hair before sitting up and hopping off the bed towards the insistent cry of Wilbur.
"Shh… shh, Wilbur…s'okay, daddy's here…" murmured Christian as he leaned over the oak wood crib and lifted the groggy toddler out and into his strong arms, cuddling him as he searched around the room for a binkie.
Christian rested Wilbur on his hip, the latter sucking happily on his binkie, as he entered the immense kitchen and placed the young boy in a Boon Flair high chair proudly. Christian made sure Wilbur was secured in the classy high chair before clapping his hands and rushing towards the fridge.
"What will it be Wilbur? Milk or milk?" asked Christian as he held up two bottles he had pulled from the fridge, "Milk? Well okay, if that's what you want."
Wilbur giggled happily as Christian placed the bottle of milk in front of the content toddler. Christian watched as the tot grabbed the bottle earnestly and proceeded to suck on it. Christian chuckled and returned to the fridge, bent over as he attempted to find some breakfast for himself.
"Hmmm, what to eat what to eat…" whispered Christian aloud as he rifled through the fridge, "Ah ha! A pepper and onion omelet sounds quite appealing to me right now, what do you think Wilbur?"
Wilbur squealed in reply before returning to his bottle. Christian laughed and pulled a carton of eggs out, placing them on the counter as he reached back into the fridge and grabbed two zip-locked bags full onions and peppers. Christian tossed those on the counter as well before closing the fridge door with his heel.
Christian proceeded to grab a pan plus the ingredients, and in fifteen minutes he flipped the steaming omelet once more then onto his plate. He turned the stove off and pulled a chair up to Wilbur's side, placing the hot plate on the table beside the high chair and out of Wilbur's limited reach.
"Ah uh… don't you try to steal my breakfast buddy, you have your own." Christian growled playfully as he tickled Wilbur's stomach before taking a bite of his delectable 'feast.'
"Mmmm…it's yummy." Christian mumbled as he raised his eyebrows to the staring boy.
After both Christian and Wilbur had finished eating, Christian cleaned their mess up and plucked Wilbur out of the high chair in order to dress him for their trip to Julia and Sean's.
Although Christian was juggling Wilbur in one arm and a bag full of Wilbur's things, he managed to knock on the door of the McNamara household.
"Don't worry Wilbur, daddy just has to run a few errands and before you know it, I'll be back to pick you up."
Wilbur giggled and clapped his hands while Christian, smiling at Wilbur, moved forward to knock on the door again. Before Christian could knock, however, Matt opened the door.
"Hey Uncle Chris, Wilbur." Greeted Matt tiredly as he stepped back to allow them to enter the house.
"Hey Mattie, your mom around?" Christian asked as he placed Wilbur on the carpeted floor.
Matt shook his head and yawned as he followed Wilbur around with his eyes. Christian removed his red tinted sunglasses on the top of his black, styled hair before taking a seat on the couch comfortably.
"Where'd she go?"
"I don't know." Matt responded, shrugging as he took a seat next to Christian.
Christian nodded his understanding, an annoyed look plastered on his strikingly handsome face. He puffed his cheeks out and pulled at the neck of his red shirt. Matt glanced over at Wilbur and smiled as the baby mumbled to himself while playing with his toys.
"Cute, isn't he?" murmured Christian as he sank back into the couch and spread his legs as all men do.
"Yeah, he is." Matt observed.
The front door slammed shut, startling both men. Julia entered and jumped when she saw them watching her with amusement from the couch. She sighed but immediately laughed when Wilbur held up his arms towards her.
"Hey Wilbur!" Julia exclaimed as she easily picked Wilbur off the floor and hugged him.
"Jules you said you would be he-"Christian started.
"Sorry, Christian. I must've lost track of time." Interrupted Julia as she bounced Wilbur on her hip.
Christian dropped his hand to his side and gave Matt a look as he stood to leave.
"Well thanks again for watching Wilbur. I'll be back around, "Christian glanced at his Rolex watch, "Say five thirtyish or so, okay?"
Julia nodded, accepted Christian peck to her cheek and handed Wilbur to Matt as soon as Christian left.
"Please watch him while I take a shower." Julia demanded as she took off for her bedroom.
Kimber bounced back onto the linen sheet covered bed, panting. She laughed softly as she swept her blonde hair off of her sweaty forehead whereas Christian slipped under the comforter with a diminutive grunt. After a few minutes the sound of light snoring filled Kimber's ears and she scoffed at Christian's back.
She watched his body moved up and down, up and down as he breathed softly. Kimber reached out and traced his fit back with a long nailed finer, sighing.
"I loved you." She whispered before getting put of his bed to leave.
At five thirty on the dot, a loud knock at the front door startled Julia out of her sleep. She sat up and rubbed her eyes, carefully sitting up without disturbing Wilbur, who slept peacefully in his foldable play pen. There was another loud knock at the door and Julia finally stood to answer it.
"Oh, come in Christian." Julia said, yawning.
Christian entered the house and immediately made his way to Wilbur's playpen. He gazed down at the sleeping boy with a loving smile before turning around to collect the toys spread about the room. Julia watched from the side, one hand twirling a strand of her blonde hair as she bit her lip.
After Christian had packed everything into Wilbur's bag, he gingerly lifted the dozing toddler from the play pen and cradled him in the crook of his arm securely. Christian nodded his thanks to Julia as he brushed by her, nearly running to his yellow Lamborghini parked in her driveway.
Julia watched him go, admiring the way he had adapted to raising someone else's son. She watched as Christian slammed on the pedal and drove out of the driveway quickly, easily maneuvering the car around the fountain out front.
Gina Russo paced impatiently in Christian's living room, clutching a scotch in one hand and a lit cigarette in the other. She jumped when she heard the door open and closed, watching as Christian carefully carried her son and his things into his home.
Christian's fast paced walking came to a brief halt when he saw Gina, but he continued on to Wilbur's room when he recognized who it was. Gina waited for Christian in the living room as he set Wilbur in his crib. He returned five minutes later rubbing his hands together as he made his way to the bar.
"Hey asshole." Gina greeted him, in her usual demeanor.
Christian, now realizing what Gina was clutching in her hand, scowled and strode forward quickly. He grabbed her arm holding the cigarette and plucked it out of her hand. He held it in front of her face and snarled, "There is a child in the house and he's not going to get second hand smoke from his whoring mother if I can help it."
Christian tossed the cigarette into her scotch and ignored her protests as he returned to the bar to finish his drink. Gina growled and chucked the glass of scotch across the room, smiling satisfactorily as the glass exploded against Christian's walls. Christian flipped around, noting the glass and the scotched stained walls.
"Christ you dumb bitch! There is a sleeping baby in the next room!" shouted Christian, his face growing red in his anger.
Wilbur's cries reached their ears and Gina rolled her eyes before taking a seat on the nearest couch. Christian scowled before stalking off towards Wilbur's room. He returned with a sleepy, whimpering Wilbur resting his head on his chest as Christian held him tightly.
"What do you want, Gina?" Christian questioned.
After a moment of silence Gina replied coolly, "You."
Christian snorted in contempt before kissing the top of Wilbur's head.
"How about money? Some cab fare?" Christian offered; his blue eyes as icy as his tone.
Gina shook her head furiously before saying, "I want you asshole."
"You're not getting me Gina. Now leave before I call the cops on you."
Gina stood and strode across the room quickly. Christian's glare didn't waver as she met his with her own. She looked at Wilbur then back at Christian before reaching behind Christian and pulling him closer to her, his thigh rubbing against hers.
"You want me too." She whispered.
Christian's breathing hitched, but he regained his control when he remembered he was holding a child. Christian turned on his heel and entered Wilbur's room, placing the young child in his crib and covering him up with his blankets.
Gina, who had followed him with his knowing, started to strip off her black dress she wore. Christian smirked and shook his head before leaving Wilbur's room and closing the door behind them.
Gina reached up and placed her arms around Christian's head, ignoring the way his body tensed up to her touch. She pulled his head towards hers; kissing his soft, pink lips as she ran a hand through his black hair. Although he refused at first, Christian finally stopped resisting and leaned down further in order to pick Gina up.
Christian carried Gina to his bedroom; throwing her onto the bed he had just screwed Kimber earlier that day. Knowing words were useless at this point, the two settled for touching each others bodies, throwing clothes to the floor and fervent kissing. Gina groaned as Christian immediately thrust into her quickly, he continued thrusting, not even giving her the chance to adjust.
Approximately twenty minutes later Christian and Gina lay on their backs out of breath, Gina shifted over until she had managed to rest her head on Christian's chest without his knowledge. Christian wrapped his arm around her and fell asleep without giving anything else much thought.
TBC...