When You Least Expect It
A/N: Sorry for the long wait! Aha, but I'm getting back in the swing of things!
Disclaimer: I don't own it.
An Overnight Date I
"How does this look?" I asked for the umpteenth time as I spread my arms out at my sides and gave my sisters an expectant look as I waited for their opinion on my outfit.
"See, I think that looks good!" Rachel said with an approving grin.
But Rebecca shook her head, "No way; it's still a bit too formal, I think."
Things had been going like this for the past forty-five minutes since I'd gotten out of the shower and asked for their help—or rather, since I'd gotten out of the shower and gave up on trying to get them to leave my place so I could get ready. Either one of them thought I was too formal, or one thought I was too casual. In the beginning I was grateful for their opinions; but now I was simply frustrated that I couldn't just pick an outfit and get it over with.
"Ugh! What the hell possessed me to let you guys help me with this, I'll never know! But seriously, I'm supposed to pick them up in like ten minutes!" I announced with exasperation as I practically pulled the button up from my torso, tossed it on the floor, and went to raid my own closet once again. "I'm just gonna wear a damn polo and a jacket like I wanted to in the first place!" I went on as I pulled a plain black polo from a hanger, pulled it on, and then pulled a navy blue track jacket on as well. "Like it or not, this is what I'm wearing!" I told them as I moved to spray myself with a few spurts of cologne.
"Oh, I like that!" Rebecca cooed with a clap.
"That's actually pretty nice!" Rachel agreed with a laugh, "Guess we should've let him dress himself, huh Becky?"
Grumbling about annoying sisters under my breath, I shoved my wallet and phone into the pockets of my jacket, and grabbed my keys before turning to them, "Alright, I've got to go. Rachel, hand me the gift bags." I told her as I pulled the door of my bedroom open, wondering why it was closed in the first place.
"Here you go." She said, handing me the small red and blue bags.
Taking them from her, I gave them both small waves, "Wish me luck, lock up the house when you leave, and don't eat all my food again!"
As I made my way to the front door Rebecca shouted out, "That was one time and I was really hungry! Get over it!"
I had to laugh at that as I closed the front door and jogged over to my truck.
Starting my car, I let it run for a bit as I sent a quick text to Paul to say that I was on my way over before actually beginning the drive. So I wouldn't say that I wasn't totally freaking out during the drive over to Paul's apartment seeing as how I was. I mean, who wouldn't be having a last minute nerve ambush on their way to pick up a guy they liked and his twins—one of whom I'd be meeting for the first time tonight—to take them out for the night? I've been on plenty of dates, what with my sister trying to play match maker and all; but this would be the first time in a while that I've actually been excited for the time to come for it to happen. And I definitely had been looking forward to tonight.
I mean, the morning after I'd asked him out was spent shopping online to buy a stuffed Bullseye toy for Brady, and ended up finding that and a stuffed long-neck dinosaur for Peter. Of course, I'd paid for express shipping and luckily ended up getting them both in the mail yesterday afternoon. But now that I think about it, I was hoping that Paul didn't find it weird that I'd bought his kids gifts…and what if Peter didn't even like long-neck dinosaurs? Did any kid like long-neck dinosaurs? I mean…they're vegetarians! Don't most kids like those damn T-Rex dinosaurs? Damn! I should've bought the T-Rex. I thought bitterly to myself as I parked along the curb in front of the small apartment complex. And when I say small, I mean like, maybe eight or ten apartments in the place. The complex was almost shaped like a square, if it were missing one side—the side that would be by the street—with the center of it cleared out into a paved walkway and grass. The two-story building was painted a faded brown color that made the building look old and kinda dingy.
"Well…let's get going." I murmured to myself as I picked up the two bags from the passenger seat and made my way out of the truck and followed the walkway and went up a set of stairs until I was knocking on the door with the number 4 on it. I was waiting for some sort of response for a few seconds before Paul opened the door, a toothbrush being held to his mouth and his hair still wet.
His eyes widened a fraction as he pulled the toothbrush out of his mouth and pulled his other hand from the door to cover his mouth to murmur a muffled, "You're here!"
The nerves had my insides doing flips as blood rushed either to give my cheeks color or make my cock swell, "Y-Yeah. Do I need to go and sit in my car for a few minutes? I really thought that I was-"
"JAKE!" The loud excited squeal had both of us turning to watch as Brady ran from the hallway to the front door, covered in nothing but bubbles.
"Brady!" Paul snapped in shock, causing Brady to squeak again before turning around to hightail it back to wear he came from—the bathroom, I assumed. "Eh, I'm so sorry about that. But, if you don't mind the risk of seeing another bubble covered twin run wild, come on in."
With a chuckle, I stepped in when he moved away from the door with a sighed, "Excuse me," before walking off to follow Brady. After settling myself on the older-looking couch, the bags settled next to me, I waited patiently; twiddling my thumbs or randomly checking my phone for nothing in particular. After a few minutes, I decided to buy our tickets ahead of time using my credit card and the website for the theatre in question. After that was settled, I went back to twiddling my thumbs. Before long, Brady returned, hair gelled and fully clothed with a shoe in either hand, as he stood by the couch and held them up.
"I can't do these." He declared, referring to the laces I assumed.
With a chuckle, I slid from the couch to sit in front of it, leaning back against it slightly as I took the shoes from him, "You want me to help?" to which he simply nodded and sat next to me, legs extended, waiting for me to do all the work. I did it with pleasure and ease, making small talk with the small boy as I tied each pair of laces securely. It was easy to talk to Brady; he was adorable and tended to ramble on in an even cuter fashion on whatever the subject may be. I was hopeful that his brother, Peter would be the same way with me; I mean, they're twins right? So, one would think that perhaps they have the same personality…hopefully. I really did like Paul so far, and I was looking forward to getting to know him more; but I knew that that would be impossible if he knew that his kids didn't like me. And while I was in Brady's good graces so far, Peter was still a mystery to me.
And honestly, how much would it suck if I ended up seriously liking Paul and he just couldn't be with me because his kids disliked me?
"What's that?"
The question pulled my gaze to the gift bags that Brady was pointing to and smiled as I reached for the red bag with his gift in it, "This one is for you, lil guy."
"Oooh!" He smiled so wide, I'm sure his cheeks were hurting, as he ripped through the tissue paper and pulled out the stuffed toy. "Bullseye! Thank you!" he practically shouted as he launched himself into my side for a hug which I returned with one arm.
"I'm glad you like it."
"What did we miss?" Paul's amused voice pulled our attention to him as he carried a little boy who looked extremely similar to Brady, yet different in a way that I couldn't quite put my finger on at the moment into the room and seated him on the couch just as Brady ran over to stand by his legs and held up the toy, showing the horse off. "Oh, how nice, did you say thank you?"
"Yes, daddy." Brady nodded with a smile as he lay stomach down on the floor, moving the stuffed animal around the floor.
Paul simply smiled before turning his attention to his other son, "Peter, this is Jacob; Jake, this is Peter."
The introduction was short, while both of our attention was locked on the small boy that hadn't yet met my gaze since entering the room, "Hey Peter, it's nice to finally meet you."
"Hi." The response was so low, that it was almost unheard, and it made me nervous that perhaps I'd been wrong in assuming that he and Brady would be the same.
Paul smile slowly faded as he reached down to gently run his hand along his son's back comfortingly, "Don't mind him. He's just a bit…reserved around guys since…since an event happened." Paul explained to me, to which I nodded my understanding as I picked up the remaining blue gift bag and held it out for him.
"I got you a gift too, Peter. I hope you like it."
He silently took the bag from me and began digging through the tissue paper; much less enthusiastically than Brady might I add which did nothing to quench the nerves that intensified in the short time since I'd met him. The pause that he gave once he reached the stuffed long-neck in the bag had me mentally kicking myself and wishing that I'd bought the damn T-Rex. That is until a slow smile tugged at his lips as he pulled the toy out and held it gingerly in his hands.
"Oh, look Papa; it's your favorite dinosaur. What do you say?" the smile was back on Paul's face.
Finally looking up to meet my gaze with a wide happy smile curving his lips, Peter said, "Thank you, Jacob."
"You're welcome, buddy. But we should really get going, because we don't wanna be late for the movie, right?"
As we all left, every one of us smiling, I began hoping that the rest of the night went this well.
A/N: Alright, so the next part of the date will be in Paul's POV! Aha, but this is where Peter actually comes into play more in the story, and yeah…haha so review and lemme know what you thought! Sorry for the long wait!
Notoriously Yours,
GoinnGaGa
