Elliot

"Little man, I have no idea what I'm doing here," I say holding back the urge to swear. I glance down at my nephew as I try and fail at buttoning down some kind of baby grow he is wearing after he spits out his milk from his bottle all over it a minute ago. So far, babysitting was going well. Sebastian and Maisy left for their night out and I'm staying over so they can stay out as long as they want. I settled watching some baby channel shit, that Maisy said he loves, and he was fine. Jake then looked at me with a grin, before throwing up on me. I have literally been with the kid half an hour and he has managed to find a way to be sick on me.

I fumble with the buttons and finally get it off. I pick him and look around his wardrobe until I find what looks like a baby grow and put it on him. Thank god it’s eight and his bed time now. I just wish I didn’t smell like sick. Jake grins up at me while he is chewing his fist; I swear the little man is laughing at me. The nursery is all blue with white clouds and is filled with toys.

I sit in the rocking chair in the nursery, rocking Jake in my arms. I have to admit it is sweet to see him snuggle up to my chest and I watch as he gently falls asleep. I'm not sure if singing rocking all over the world is an okay baby song but it's all I know. I don’t think I want my own children, I never really thought about it. I could imagine having a child with Allie but I want to see the world first. We never went on holidays when we were younger and with everything that’s happening now, I can’t just leave. When we can finally walk away from The Cage, I want to take Allie everywhere with me, if she wants to come.

Jake snores lightly as he sleeps with his messy black hair flowing all over his head. He looks so much like Sebastian in his face and green eyes. Maisy has said before that he has her dad’s hair, Maisy’s isn’t as curly as Jake’s. Maisy sent everyone a video of him trying to crawl today. I don’t know if it is impressive for a six-month-old, but I still think he is cool. I've been lucky that Jake has just watched TV with me tonight and not played up. Just last week, Seb sent me a picture of Jake in the kitchen, with his face and body covered in flour. Seb said he only went to the loo and came back to find him like that.

The funny thing is, the door must have been left open because the house is filled with baby locks. It’s scary to think that he could have opened it himself. The kid is smart.

I place Jake in his crib and grab the baby monitor, turning it on as I go downstairs for some food. Half way down I remember the sick on my shirt and run back upstairs to borrow a shirt of Seb.

I open the fridge eventually. I don’t know how anyone can open these stupid baby locks; it takes me a few minutes to even open the toilet in this place. I can't help but laugh as there's a big chocolate cake in the middle with a note on it saying,

"Sebastian's cake! Don't fucking touch it! I don’t care that you’re my twin!" 

I know for certain that's not Sebastian's cake and it’s Maisy’s that Allie made her earlier in the week. They both have been having a hard time with Jake teething and Allie fixes things with cake. That’s my girl.

I cut myself a slice before putting the rest back and calling an order for a pizza. Being the dick that I am, I take a picture of my cake slice and send it to Sebastian with a wink face. 

I laugh to myself before running my finger over Allie’s face on my phone, thinking if I should call her or text her. It doesn't fucking matter because I can't keep my thoughts off her. The need to fuck her and claim her as mine is driving me mad. Taking her to that dance was a bad idea, I seriously underestimated how sexy she is when she dances. Her little body pressed against me was torture; I was hard as a rock all night.

Screw it, I'm being the needy one and a fucking girl but it doesn’t stop me from sending her a text. 

Me: Hey I have to admit something... I'm eating your cake now and it almost tastes as nice as your mouth x

I send it then grimace to myself, thinking I should have said something romantic and all lovey-dovey, but fuck, I'm not like that and I don't even know how to be. My phone beeps and I open it quicker than I ever have.

Allie: Cheeky ;) I will admit something too. I want to see you again and have that second date. X 

My heart beats faster as I reply.

Me: I want to see you more. I’m taking you out tomorrow, be ready at eight.X 

I send the text, knowing that I will take her to this little Mexican place I went to a town over for a business meeting with a supplier. It's really nice with lanterns and all low lights, we went with Izzy once. I shake my thoughts, wishing Allie was here tonight to help with babysitting. My pizza arrives an hour later but no reply from Allie. I want to text her again but I know I can't push her to want me.