A/N: Hello there! I'm back with the second chapter/one-shot/whatever, yay! So, school starts back up for me tomorrow (remember I'm from Norway, so that's probably why I start earlier/later than you do), and I really wanted to get this out before that. I uploaded this a couple of days ago, and the re-writes and stuff like that were done earlier today. So, in other words, I literally finished this minutes ago :)

DISCLAIMER: Nope, I don't own Kickin' It, or Scream 4.

(Changed one 'Anderson' to a 'Brewer' 27.12.12!)

The baby started crying … again.

Kim looked up from her plate and shot Jack a glare, "I can't believe you made me do this!"

She pushed her now empty plate away from her, and crossed her arms as she waited for him to answer her.

He looked at her for a second before he answered her.

Her eyes looked tired, but her smile made her look awake. Her dress was completely invisible underneath the hoodie she'd borrowed from her older brother, and her hair was put up in a quite messy bun.

She looked incredibly comfortable.

While Jack was wearing jeans and a shirt. He wished he'd put on sweats though.

"I didn't make you do anything, you agreed, now get the baby, it's your turn," Jack eventually answered.

Kim stuck her tongue out at him, then she muttered something about cleaning the table and then she was heading upstairs.

Jack merely let out a sigh and started cleaning the table. He was going to go mad if things continued the way they were, with the baby and all.

"Don't babies sleep at all?" Kim muttered angrily to herself.

She needed to keep her phone in her mind every now and then; otherwise she'd just lose her motivation.

She entered the bedroom, and allowed herself a look around. The walls were painted in a light blue, which Kim found absolutely adorable.

The little, white, handmade crib was placed in one corner of the room, under the window was a bench which contained diapers and such and in another corner was a huge, king-like, black chair Kim had promised herself she'd try at least once before she left later on.

Kim bent down and picked up the teddy bear that had been lying by her feet and she put it with the other ten thousand stuffed animals.

To be honest, she highly doubted little Christopher was that fond of stuffed animals.

Ignoring her wandering thoughts and changing her focus to the still-crying baby she walked over to the crib as slow and silent as possible, worried she'd just scare him and he'd cry even more.

Finally she reached out her arms and picked up the little guy. She fastened her grip, not hard enough to hurt him though, as she pulled him close to her chest.

He was so adorable it was unbelievable. He didn't have much hair, but the little hair he had was the same shade as Jerry's, black as a raven. Then there were his cute, little fingers and toes and his heart-melting ice-blue eyes.

He was wearing a pair of grey shorts and a blue t-shirt, as well as a pair of different socks, one was blue with green dots and the other was orange with red stripes.

Kim shook her head furiously as she again did her best to focus on the baby, "Shh, it'll be alright Christopher, shh, I'm here, I'm here."

She kept going on like that for what felt like forever, although she didn't mind, and eventually the crying stopped.

Kim looked down at the little guy to find him asleep in her arms, and with a smile, she gently put him back in his crib.

"You're really good with him," a voice suddenly said from behind her.

Kim didn't bother to turn around, or answer him for that matter; she merely kept her eyes on the sleeping baby.

"You'll make an excellent mother someday," he continued.

Kim's eyes widened at this, and to say she was shocked would be an understatement. She stiffened, and turned to look at Jack slowly.

She looked like she'd seen a ghost, but then again, she kind of had.

"Um, thanks?" She finally got out, although it came out more like a question, and it wasn't hard to hear the uncertain tone of her voice.

Jack merely sighed, deciding not to ask her about it.

Without hesitation, he grabbed a hold of her wrist, he started dragging her with him downstairs again and Kim was still too shocked to argue with him.

"You want to sit down?" he asked as they finished the stairs, but the blonde merely shook her head in response.

"You're lying," he said with a smirk.

Kim rolled her eyes, but she nodded to show him he was right.

She looked around in the oh-so-clean house, which never seemed to stop surprising her. First there was the high-tech kitchen Kim was stoked they didn't have at her own house – she'd tried using the stupid kitchen, but she couldn't cook and everything was too hard for her to understand.

Then there were all of the flowers this family had everywhere, and surprisingly enough they were all real and none of them looked anything close to dead.

And lastly, the furniture. First off, there was a lot of it – like they'd tried their best to fill the house which as much furniture as possible and secondly the furniture was so nice, comfortable and elegant it was hard for her to believe.

But, she didn't mention any of this to Jack.

She still wasn't over the compliment he'd given her.

"Did you mean it?" Kim suddenly blurted out as she watched Jack making his way to the living room.

He turned around to look at her, "Meant what?"

"That I'll make a good mom someday," Kim said, looking down at the floor.

"Yeah, you'll make an excellent mom someday," he said with a smile that Kim didn't return.

Jack looked at his best friend; he was getting pretty worried with her unusual silence.

Kim had always been the girl who could light up a room without even trying. She was someone who made everyone feel included in the conversation, someone who could argue/discus for weeks, someone who could make anyone laugh.

When she was sad, it brought everyone down, simply because 'the light' was gone.

"Hey, are you okay? Did I do something?"

Kim offered a half-hearted smile, "No, no of course not. It's just that … your compliment about me making a good-"

"Excellent."

"-Mother, well, it made me think about my own mom. She always used to say that to me when I was younger; she said that that in spite of my horrible cooking, I'd be the best mother ever," Kim said with a sigh.

"I'm sorry."

"I know you are, but unfortunately, sorry won't bring her back," Kim looked down again.

"I take it I need to get some candy from the kitchen," Jack joked.

Kim laughed, making Jack smile.

"Yeah, actually, that sounds pretty good," she said.

No one liked it when Kim Crawford was sad, and Jack Brewer certainly wasn't an exception.

He'd do practically anything to cheer her up, although it tended to be a lot harder when it was something about her mother that made her upset.

Crying. Christopher. Again.

Groaning, Kim started heading back to the stairs.

"You get the candy and pick a movie, I'll take him," she stated.

Jack offered a smile, "Thanks."

Kim rolled her eyes, "I want candy, and you have this crazy idea that I'll make an excellent mother, so me going upstairs makes much more sense then you going."

As Jack rolled his eyes, the blonde left the living room hurriedly.

"By the way, I still can't believe you made me do this!" Kim yelled from the staircase.

Jack laughed as he walked to the kitchen, and he started putting random pieces of candy into a bowl, remembering how they'd gotten themselves in the mess in the first place.

-Flashback-

"So, what did you want to tell me again?" Kim asked curiously.

He'd been bugging her during practice about how he had something terribly important to tell her, but he wanted to tell her in private, hence the booth at Phil's where they were currently eating.

Jack immediately broke into a grin, making Kim wonder what could possibly make him that happy.

"I found us a way to make one hundred dollars each," Jack said, the grin never leaving his face.

"No freaking way!" Kim exclaimed, struggling to keep her voice at a normal volume.

"Way."

"Yay, that totally means I can finally get my phone back!" Now Kim broke into a grin as well.

"What, you overdid the texting-limit by a couple thousand texts again?" Jack teased.

And the grin on the blonde's face disappeared again.

"No!" Kim retorted.

Jack cocked his head to the side, giving her a disbelieving look.

Kim shrugged, "I swear it was only around eight hundred."

Jack laughed, "Sure, cause that makes it so much better."

Kim rolled her eyes as she gently smacked his shoulder.

She couldn't help the fact that she texted a lot. And frankly, to go from overdoing the limit by a couple thousand to eight hundred was a great accomplishment in Kim's eyes.

"So, what do we have to do to get hundred dollars?" Kim asked.

"We have to babysit my cousin," Jack answered.

Kim's lips curved into a smile, "Is it a girl or a guy? What's your cousin's name? How old is she or he?"

Jack scratched the back of his neck uncertainly, "Um, first things first, are you in?"

Kim smiled, "I sure am! Now, answer my questions."

"Christopherisfourteenmonthso ld," Jack said the words too quickly for the blonde to understand a thing.

"Say what now?"

Jack sighed, "Christopher is fourteen months old."

Kim merely repeated, this time more angrily, "SAY WHAT NOW?"

-End of flashback-

Kim appeared next to Jack all of a sudden, making the brunet jump slightly.

"That was fast," he said.

Kim laughed, "Yeah, I guess the little guy is finally getting tired. Oh, and if I didn't say it before, your cousin is incredibly adorable!"

"It runs in the family," Jack said with a cocky smirk.

"Really? Why haven't you got it then?" Kim teased.

"Shut up, Crawford," Jack mumbled as he returned to whatever it was he was doing.

Kim smiled. They were all alone in a big house, with a baby, and all they'd done since she'd gotten there earlier had been talking and watching TV.

Some might consider it boring, but Kim never considered anything boring. She meant that pretty much everything could be exciting if it was done with the right person.

Take Jerry for example, he was the guy she could call up and ask if he wanted to head down to town to shop or to go girl/guy-searching with.

And Milton, he was the perfect study-buddy, as well as someone Kim could turn to if she was in need of a normal – and mature – conversation.

And Eddie, he was the guy you'd go to if you were bored. Seriously, the kid always had something to do. And if you were in desperate need of food, he was your guy.

And as for Jack, he was someone Kim could talk to for hours without it getting anything close to boring.

"Can I have a piece of candy now?" Kim asked sweetly.

"Shouldn't you wait 'til we start the movie?"

"Jack, c'mon, just one!" Kim said.

Jack turned to look at her.

And as soon as they made eye-contact, Kim offered her puppy-dog-face, the one thing that would always make Jack give in.

"Pleeeaasssee?" Kim said.

Jack looked at her for a second or so before he sighed in defeat, "Okay, okay, help yourself."

Kim let a triumphing smile spread across her face as she grabbed a piece of candy and stuffed it in her mouth.

They walked to the living room after a little argument about who had to carry the bowl of candy and start the movie.

Kim sat down on the incredibly comfortable couch and offered a smile, "What movie did you pick?"

"Scream 4," Jack smirked. "Don't worry, you can always hold on to me if you get scared."

Kim snatched the candy-bowl from him and snorted sarcastically, "Sorry do disappoint you, but Kim Crawford doesn't get scared."

"So says you," Jack mumbled as he sat down next to her on the couch.

"Yeah, and I'm always right," Kim backfired.

Jack sighed, "I give up, okay?"

Kim never answered him, but they came to an unspoken agreement to start the movie.

"It feels incredibly surreal, doesn't it?" Kim suddenly said; the start was simply too boring for her own taste.

"What does?" Jack retorted as his eyes went from the screen and over to Kim.

Kim laughed, "Me, you, Christopher. I mean, this is gonna sound so stupid, but it's kinda like a little family."

"Yeah, it is, isn't it?" Jack was getting it now.

"How do you feel about it?" Kim asked before she took another piece of candy from the bowl.

"I agree with you that it's pretty surreal … but to be honest, it's also quite nice," Jack answered with a smile.

"Do you … ever think about it? Your future? Having a family?"

They'd never really talked about stuff as serious as this, the two of them, but they had to come across the subject sometime.

"I try not to, as I'm only fourteen, but yeah, I've thought about it from time to time," Jack answered.

"And?"

"And I do want a family … someday. How about you?" Jack asked.

"Three kids and a loving husband, that's what I want," Kim answered with a smile.

"I see you've got it all planned out," Jack teased.

Kim smacked his arm lightly, "Shut up, it's a girl-thing."

"And here I thought you hated girl-things…"

"I've never said that, have I?"

"Well, not really, no," Jack admitted.

Kim smirked. "You need to stop jumping to conclusions."

"Hey, I don't usually do that!" Jack protested.

"Really, Jack?" Kim rolled her eyes. "Remember when you first came here and you didn't think someone like me knew anything, whatsoever, about karate?"

"Okay, okay, but I admit that was wrong of me."

"Thank you," Kim said with a smile.

"You're welcome I guess."

"Hey, can I ask you something?" Kim said.

Jack tried his best to hide his surprise, "Sure, what is it?"

"Answer honestly, okay?" Jack nodded. "Do you … actually, never mind."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, it wasn't that important."

"Okay then," Jack let out a yawn.

Kim smiled at him before she returned her attention back to the flat-screen TV with the movie playing.

"Hey, Kim?"

"Hmm?"

"I like our family."

"Me too, Jack, me too."

Kim rested her head on Jack's shoulder and let out a yawn.

"Hey, Jack?"

"Yeah?"

"Wake me up before we leave, I need to try out that chair in Christopher's room."

"Okay…?"

And with that, the blonde closed her eyes and her mind drifted off to who knows where.

Jack smiled at her, "Like I said, Kim, I like our family."

A/N: That's it for now, hope you enjoyed this. I kinda wanna get through my first weeks back at school before I start writing the third chapter/one-shot/whatever, so the next update might be a little slow, just so you know.

Oh, and thanks so much for both the favorites and alerts on the first whatever, I really appriciate it!

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