Children were not an option with schlatt, but life likes laughing in the face of her playthingās plans.
A Dark figure stood outside Schlatts front door holding a sleeping baby boy. They gently placed a kiss on his head, setting him down in a basket of soft chubby flesh with curly blonde hair contrasting to the red blanket and white envelope setting in his lap. Soft sweet words and melodies kept the childās mind at ease as the figure rang the doorbell scurrying away from the scene of the crime leaving soft coos and cries on the doorstep of Schlatts house.
Who the fuck could be up at 12 oāclock in the fucking night? Ughh if it Connor or ty I swear Iām going to skin their asses.
I canāt see shit in this fucking pitch-black house!
the hallway should be around here somewhere, oh great here it is.
fuck! the peephole is too tall, all I can see is the street which of course is empty.
Probably just the neighborhood kids playing a prank but I was supposed to get a package today with a schlattcoin in it.
The door squeaked slightly open summers lingering warmth invading the perfectly cool house.
the porch looked empty at least-
A small child sat in a basket slept soundly under the porch light golden fizz crowning him like a halo.
Did someone just fucking leave a baby on my doorstep?
I glanced down the still vacant block, nothing had changed. No slow cars or anything, just a baby in a basket with a letter sitting on my fucking front door.
I could just walk away from this definitely is not my problem in the slightest.
God damnit I canāt just leave a baby on my doorstep-
fuck Shit ass just FUCK! WHAT THE HELL DO I DO WITH THIS?
āHey um did someone leave their baby on my porch?ā
fuck. welp I just take him in and then drop him off at the orphanage in the morning
yeah theyāll be able to take care of him, heāll be in good care.
yeah, then this whole weird dream can be over.
okay, kid letās get you inside whoever left you on my doorstep must be really upset.
ugh, fuck, itās too fucking dark in here to see anything.
Where was the floor lamp again?
Fucking! where is the stupid twisty thing
the lamp flickered to life illuminating the dim living room, soft black second-hand couches with mismatched coffee tables, and a flat-screen TV. Half of the stains on the couch had been made by Connor at this point, and Ty always insisted on using a cozy on the coffee tables to not leave a watermark despite the countless others already there.
okay um, heāll just sleep in the basket tonight.
wait arenāt babies supposed to sleep a certain way?
Maybe I should let him sleep in the bed with me?
fuck what if I accidentally move and sleep on him though-
yeah, letās just keep him in the basket whatās the worst that can happen-
Iāll just sit on the couch and yeah
Iāll just sit here and make sure heāsā okay.
Then in the morning we can drop him off and find his mom and dad.
yeah,, just um sit here and make sure heās okay
how the hell did I forget- and why the hell havenāt I read it yet it literally had my name on it
āIām sorry to drop him off on your front door but I can no longer support himā. 'He is your sonā. 'His name is Tommy after my grandfather Thomasā. 'please take good care of himā.
she just- after having the kid canāt even go and support him!
I would have fucking helped out if I knew!
How havenāt I heard anything about this?
fucking hell, I have a kid- Iām a dad now I guess? how the fuck-
I donāt know the first fucking thing to being a dad
wait fuck am I ready to be a dad?
would I even make a good dad- I run a fucking scam business
Small sounds came next to me, the small wiggling infant was stretching himself out kicking the blanket away. His bright blue eyes glanced at the world around him before falling shut again. I donāt know why, but everything in me just swole with pride looking at his stupid ravioli sized fist and beautiful blue eyes
I canāt drop him off at the orphanage tomorrow
I canāt just leave him.
I guess I am a dad now? fuck Iām not prepared at all for this.
A small tight squeal erupted next to me as Tommy wiggled upset by something.
āfuck um- wait- shit no-noā
fuck I donāt want to hurt him-
āshh shh itās okay little guy I got you itās okayā
his soft body fit in my arms as I gently cradled him, rocking him back and forth as he softly fell back into a deep sleep.
Iāll be a good dad for you toms.
A tale like any other filled the room: big happy balloons and birthday cake sitting on a table with a now 8-year-old Tommy sitting across from Jschlatt. The candles had long since lost their wish powers and gifts already opened and played with. Connor and Ty were sipping on their drinks listening to the story of how we got here with frosting-covered silverware and a now 9-year-old boy casually adding their comments on how Jschlatt didnāt even know how to change a diaper before ty stepped in. Jschlatt had just finished his story of the now happiest day of his life.
ā-and that Toms is the story of how I became your dadā
Tommy looked amazed and confused, his brows furrowed in thought.
god, he looks so much like me when he does that.
his horns should start sprouting soon too if I am correct.
āSo I was your gift,ā he finally responded, ālike from the Easter bunny?ā
Conor snickered, remembering the panicked phone call he got that night at 1 am with Tommy crying in the background while I pleaded for him to come over and help. It was far from a gift at the time, more like being shoved into a car going 40 miles an hour with no clue what to do.
But I gotta bite. I would never trade it for anything in the world ever.
āYeah, and to this day itās the best thing he ever got me way better than chocolate in my humble opinionā
yeah, the best gift I could have ever been given.
This took a lot longer then the first fic ill admit but its also twice as long so i hope you guys injoy it just as much.
also again thank you gheysnakelady or @dadschlatt-tommyau for this amazing au i really like it.