Alright,guys. This was the story I was talking about. I wasn't being serious about the plot thing until yesterday,when my glourious friend/beta came up with Chapter 1 and the most of the characters in under an hour during a free period.
Ah,the joys of being a genius. Anyways,enjoy! R&R~
The estate had been empty for at least a week now. Her antics were gone. Her priceless laughs were gone. Her cooking. Her face. Her body. And most of all, his meaning. The two had been together for at least ten-odd years. Known each other for so, so much longer. All of that was gone now.
And now Jon was left to sit on his couch on this rainy day, unable to get up, unable to keep his sobs in control when the mere thought came up.
She wouldn't come back this time.
Anastasia was her name. Anastasia Kepski. She was a beautiful woman; She was made for Jon Williams. She had taken his last name in stride, after the two had been dating for quite a while. Seven years to be exact.
She was his light.
The day she had left him for good was a sunny day, and Jon had despised it. How could a funeral be this lively? How could people think about the weather when his beautiful wife was being shoved six feet under the ground in a tomb?
Tears washed down Jon's cheeks, and he wiped them away quickly. His life officially had no meaning. Getting up, the poor boy walked out of his living room with difficulty and entered the kitchen. His intention being to try to eat real food. Not ramen. Not this time.
Until the doorbell rang.
His head perked up, and he sighed, dark eyes full of curiosity. It was probably a bouquet of flowers with the usual condolences. With quiet footsteps, he padded down to the front door, expecting just that.
But when he opened it, his face twisted into that of confusion and disbelief, and he slammed the door closed, unable to comprehend.
A fucking baby on his doorstep. Wrapped up in a blanket, placed in a car carrier.
No.
No. Fucking. Way.
He opened it again in time to notice the man in a black suit get into his car, and speed away, leaving Jon with questions. Lots of questions.
Upon looking down at his doorstep again, he noticed a box, unmarked. It was taped, and Jon knew that was to keep someone out. Or keep someone from getting in, but that Jon being irrational.
He thought about this.
A baby on my doorstep. I don't know. Is it a boy or a girl?
What would Anastasia want me to do…
He teared up slightly, knowing the answer. Taking a deep breath, Jon picked up the car carrier quickly, coming back for the box later.
He needed to do it quick, just in case he changed his mind sooner or later.
But we all know that's not going to happen.
That kid is now sitting in front of a television, playing Xbox and cursing sporatically, sixteen years old. In the box sixteen years ago there was a note, along with supplies to care for the baby such as formula and diapers to get started. The note had told of the baby's name and age.
He was three months old when Jon had received him- and his name was Dwayne Ulthor. No last name. Just that.
Sixteen years old and growing, Dwayne was a god. But not literally- physically. Or at least Jon had heard some girls going off about it at the pharmacy the other day.
With short, choppy blonde hair, tan skin, and muscles, it was hard to say he wasn't good looking.
Dwayne played video games as Lauren and Rex sat in the dining room, studying, drawing, reading. The two laughed hysterically about something, and continued on with their activities, suppressing laughter but failing miserably.
"Listen, man, I need you to just calm down, alright?" The dark haired man said, wanting to slap Jon for reacting hysterically.
"Are you kidding me! I can't do this again! Do you know how hard the first one was?" Jon tilted his head, glaring at the well-dressed man in front of him, who was carrying another car carrier, with yet another baby. It was a girl this time. Jon was told her name was Lauren Noel. Again, no last name.
The other was quiet for a moment, adjusting his grip on the car carrier. "What if I paid you?"
Jon was quiet, huffing through his nose and waiting for the man to continue. He was well-known. Very well-known. Sunglasses did nothing to hide his identity today. "How much?"
A considerable amount was proposed for each month, and Jon accepted immediately, without protest. He almost felt guilty.
Almost.
Rex Leroy came shortly after.
In the kitchen, the twins were going back and forth, back and forth over something ridiculous, as usual. They were starting to get more and feisty every day. Or at least Cynthia was. Jon hoped to God these two were the last of the doorstep babies.
"It's mine!" Cynthia roared.
"I saw it first!" Delano countered loudly. When Delano got loud, you knew something was wrong. The twin girls were fighting stupidly over the last slice of pizza that was ordered the night before.
"Stop being a butt-head and let your elder have it!"
"Since when are you the elder!"
"Since I said so, idiot!"
Delano punched Cynthia in the gut, and Cynthia took it in stride, pulling Delano's other arm and tossing her to the ground. Delano caught Cynthia's ankle and pulled her down to the ground with her.
"Mother-!" Delano growled, feeling her stomach being turned into tenderized meat by Cynthia.
"Girls!" Jon called, walking into the kitchen and crossing his arms, sighing.
Cynthia and Delano immediately got their shit together, scrambling to get back up and pretend as if nothing happened before hand. Delano slyly snatched the slice out of Cynthia's hand and took a bite,smirking proudly.
"Are you two done?"
Cynthia nodded, and Delano continued eating, leaving to go to watch Dwayne play Xbox.
When Cynthia was by herself, she sighed, pale eyes searching the fridge for something else to eat. "Well, this sucks."
Jon chuckled, reaching past her into the freezer and plucking out the quart of ice cream he had gotten for himself the other, giving it to Cynthia. With a smile, he got her a spoon, too.
"I can't take this, though…This is yours. You got it for yourself." Cynthia looked down at the lid. Strawberry Ice Cream. Nice.
"I know, but I know you wouldn't want anything else." Jon shrugged, scratching his head. Cynthia smiled, trapping the other in a strong bear hug and then running off, to watch Dwayne play video games as well.
For that split-second, Jon couldn't breathe.
Alright,quick review.
Dwayne Ulthor/M/16
Lauren Noel/F/15
Rex Leroy/M/15
Cynthia Howard/F/14 TWIN
Delano Clein/F/14 TWIN
Jon Williams/M/43
Anastasia Williams/F/DECEASED
R&R! Thanks!