Branson

I don't want to waste my time explaining who I am. Ask your girlfriend, she knows. Landon Branson. 27. CEO, and a proud ass mother fucker.

[l-branson-blog]

To Evangeline.

[the-evansmith]

At Landon’s outburst, Emma began to cry and Evan gave Landon a dark look. “Lower your voice.” She whispered and began to shush Emma softy, cooing to the child to calm it down once more. The last thing they needed right now was for the baby to be upset, but now Evan needed to calm down both Emma and Landon. She rolled her eyes as the little girl slowly began to stop crying and rested herself on Evan’s shoulder. Evan heaved a sigh and looked back at Landon. “Look, I’ll take the baby, you just figure out who she belongs to….” She looked around at Landon’s home, clearly not suited for a child. She’d have to fix that too. “I’ll child proof this place while I’m at it. ” Evan was actually glad to take the grunt work, she needed this distraction more than anything.

[l-branson-blog]

Landon sighed, lowering down to the couch behind him and taking a seat, resting his elbows on his knees and sinking his head into his hands. The man shook his head, struggling to come up with words to describe how he felt. Normally Landon was witty and always knew exactly what to say, but right now he was beyond a loss for words. "I... I'm sorry. I'm just fucking confused and a bit freaked out. And disgusted at myself for using the phrase 'freaked out'." He looked up at Evan and the baby, creasing his brow as the child calmly rested upon her shoulder. "How are you so good at this?"

[l-branson-blog]

To Evangeline.

[the-evansmith]

Evan continued to ignore Landon in favor of her new friend untill he said her names, raising an eyebrow at the bland name. “It’s alright, Emmy is a cute nickname.” She told the baby,  then looked back at Landon, her eyebrow still cocked. “I don’t remember you fucking a Lillian, was this before Atlanta? Did you fuck someone in that hospital in Switzerland?” So many questions arose in Evan’s mind, She didn’t know how Landon got himself into these situations it was a bit unnerving for her. She walked over to the bag, and searched for a toy for Emma, reaching in and finding a set of teething rings for her. As she amused the child with that, Evan found herself confused yet again. “Wait, why did you call me?”

[l-branson-blog]

He groaned at her accusation, clenching his jaw to relieve his aggravation. "God dammit Evan. No, I never knew a Lillian. That's not the point here. The point is, there's a fucking baby in my bachelor pad, and if anyone finds out, I'm fucked. And this kid is fucked. Imagine child services being called." He shook his head in disbelief of this whole scenario, still trying to wrap his mind around the fact that he had a kid to care for a week. Of course, he could hire a nanny, or just hand her over to someone else, but Evan would never allow that... or so he thought. "Well, what was I supposed to do. Just go along on my daily routine wearing a baby on my chest? I have a meeting tomorrow morning, with Richard. What the fuck am I supposed to tell him?" He threw up his hands, frustrated with himself.  

[l-branson-blog]

To Evangeline.

[the-evansmith]

Evan didn’t even hear Landon say her name. She was too wrapped up in the child that was in her hands. The baby, seemingly calmed was still visibly upset and confused. Evan was doing her best to remedy that. She smiled at the child, her eyes sparking as she made faces and continued to speak softly to her. “Aren’t you precious… you’re so small and pretty.” She said, her voice more sweet and nurturing than annoying and babyish. The litte girl moved t wrap a hand around one of Evan fingers as she patted her nose with it and Evangeline was mesmerized, so lost in the child she couldn’t look away. “What’s her name, how old is she?” Evan asked Landon as she began to walk around with her. She hoped it didn’t have one, she desired to name the child herself, she couldn’t ignore the names swirling around in her head.

[l-branson-blog]

Reality hadn't even begun setting in for Landon. A few months ago, the man wasn't even capable of caring for himself properly.. and now he has another tiny human being under his watch. Who even knew if the kid was his? The last time Landon slept with a girl was Diana, and obviously this baby wasn't hers. He didn't even dare to think further back for now, at the string of one night stands he had in college. This child was far too young to date back to those sleepless nights. Before his thoughts could consume him, Evan's nurturing voice shook him from the darkness of his own mind. He fumbled, searching around him for the letter that was tucked inside the tote bag. He crumpled the wrinkled paper and cleared his throat before croaking out a few words in his harsh voice. "Emma. Her name is Emma. She's... ten months.," his eyes scanned the letter, reading it through for the first time.  It was written by a woman named Lillian, whom Landon couldn't for the life of him; recall from his past ventures. "The woman's name is Lillian. I don't remember her." The man looked up at Evan, his brow furrowed. "Well, I'm fucked." His eyes wondered to the child, eyeing it with unsubtle anger and frustration. He wasn't upset her, of course. The situation just irked him.

[l-branson-blog]

To Evangeline.

[the-evansmith]

Evan got out of her car, racing up the stairs in her pink manolos, a dangerous task given her history with her legs, but she ran up then anyways, sprinting into Landon’s home and following the sounds of the the baby’s shrill cry. She didn’t realize how excited she was for this. a baby. She hadn’t been around them very much, but Evan had a weakness for things she could shower affection onto. she couldn’t help herself, so she was going to help Landon. She walked into the living room to see Landon struggling and she immediately ran to his aid, taking the baby and holding her properly as she bounced the child up and down, cooing to it softly trying to calm her. 

[l-branson-blog]

Landon hung up his phone and tossed it in some corner of the living room, as he picked up the fussing infant from it's seat, easing it onto the little mattress given to lay the baby down for a diaper change. Out of all the things Landon knew, luckily he had learned the basics of childcare in Teen Living class during High School, and knew how to change a diaper - despite how much he didn't wish to do it. He carefully went through the steps, fumbling slightly as his nervous hands didn't wish to harm the child. Let's be honest, Landon was never scared. He was never threatened, or frightened. But this.. this whole situation terrified him. "Alright, come on. I changed your diaper. Please stop crying now." He tossed the diaper in the trash bin, and rinsed his hands off before picked the baby back up, uncomfortably holding it and shushing it. His nervous face shifted to relief once Evangeline burst through his doors and took the child into her arms, effortlessly calming it down. 

Landon exhaled and widened his eyes, lifting both hands to run through his grown out hair. "Ugh, fuck Evan.." He flinched with his words, unsure if he'd get scolded for cursing around the child.

[l-branson-blog]

To Evangeline.

[the-evansmith]

She um… She probably needs her diaper changed. I’m pulling up to your place now. check her diaper to see if she’s wet, and if not, I’ll be in soon and I’ll take care of it.

[l-branson-blog]

... Fine. You have the key. Just come in. I'm hanging up. 

Alright, let's just put you down and .. no.. no don't roll over.. [Click].

[l-branson-blog]

To Evangeline.

[the-evansmith]

….. It’s a girl?

[l-branson-blog]

She's wearing pink, head to toe, and has a hairband on her head, with no hair. Yes, she's a girl. Hurry Evan, I think she needs something, but I don't know what.. 

Shit, baby.. please. Stop crying..

[l-branson-blog]

To Evangeline.

[the-evansmith]

Excuse me, I was in a meeting and there was shit service. who the fuck leaves a baby at a doorstep, this isn’t Annie. How did they even get on the property?

Ugh, hold on, I’m almost there.

[l-branson-blog]

I called security and they brought up the surveillance tapes. Some women told the new guard she was my publicist. That motherfucker is getting fired. She just waltzed in, dropped this big ass car seat and baby bag at my door, and left. 

Alright, now...now she is crying.

[l-branson-blog]

To Evangeline.

[the-evansmith]

Where the fuck did you get a baby?

[l-branson-blog]

NOW YOU PICK UP.

I don't know. It just fuc... It showed up on my doorstep with a note. I don't know what I'm doing, but this thing looks like it's going to cry soon. Now if you could do me the favor of getting over here right now, I'd much appreciate it. RIGHT. NOW.

[l-branson-blog]

To Evangeline.

Text #56: Evan fucking seriously, answer your god damn phone. This is a crisis.

Text #57: I will hit you with a car if you don't answer or get the fuck over here. 

23 Missed Calls, 18 Voice Messages.

Text #58: There is a fucking problem which I can't fucking discuss on the phone. You need to get your shit together and get over here.

Text #59: I'll have another panic attack. Overdose. Dead Landon.

24 Missed Calls, 19 Voice Messages.

Text #60: EVANGELINE SMITH THERE IS A MOTHERFUCKING BABY IN MY APARTMENT AND I WILL FEED IT JACK DANIELS IN A BOTTLE IF YOU DON'T COME HERE RIGHT THIS MINUTE.

[l-branson-blog]

Shaving is nice, I suppose.

[diana-valmont]

Oh, you have a face?

[l-branson-blog]

Don't even start. I still clearly remember that time in high school where I went a week without shaving and you expressed how much you loved stubble.

Then again, I was more of a woolly mammoths for the past few weeks. You can't blame me. At least I looked nice the wedding, that's got to count for something.

[benmendelson-blog]

[l-branson-blog]

Shaving is nice, I suppose.

[diana-valmont]

Present? Yes please. And I think I missed the last dress fitting. I already tried it on, why do I need to again? This whole process gives me a headache.

[l-branson-blog]

I knew there was a reason I liked you, Diana Chase. 

Probably because you're like me in ways I can't even describe. You'll love it. It's a pre-wedding gift. Just for you.

Does this mean I have to shave now?

[l-branson-blog]

Wedding Cake. Wedding. It's close.

[the-evansmith]

First of all the tux is black, so if you ruin them, I’ll have to hurt you. Secondly, if you’re fucking welcome. 

All this memory talk has me feeling elderly, let’s not go down memory lane. Yes, too soon, asshole.

[l-branson-blog]

.. is it wrong that I'm turn on by you threatening me?

Yes, because you're so damn old Evan. Alright, whatever. It's over and done with now. 

[l-branson-blog]

Wedding Cake. Wedding. It's close.

[the-evansmith]

Oh, fuck you, Branson. I’m the maid of honor, it’s a civic duty, thank you very much. 

I have all of the photos from High school in order by month and school year, so it wasn’t that hard for me. The suicide jokes aren’t funny, Landon.

[l-branson-blog]

Oh, it's civic duty! The people's republic of assington will appreciate your hard work and tireless effort on making sure my suit is the right shade of beige. 

I have the school years before that. And the videos from those years and the vacations. Too soon? Apologies.

[l-branson-blog]

Wedding Cake. Wedding. It's close.

[the-evansmith]

Well it’s kind of my job. I ordered everyone’s suits, Landon. 

I promise she will. As far as I know, everything is right on schedule.

[l-branson-blog]

Evangeline Smith, personal tailor's assistant. Or Diana's bitch. Both flow nicely.

Do you know how fucking hard it was to track down those damn photographs of us as kids? I... met with Rose. Alone. I thought I was going to kill myself. Again.

[l-branson-blog]

Wedding Cake. Wedding. It's close.

[the-evansmith]

I already called Armani with your measurements. That should be ready for you soon.

[l-branson-blog]

You know you didn't have to do that. I would have called sooner or later. 

I just hope the delivery service doesn't fuck up the pre-wedding present. You better make sure she opens it the night before.