Imagine Patrick Verona being your baby daddy.
There were a few chuckles coming from around you, which is why you raised your head out of the locker to see what was so funny. And of course it was Patrick. It was always Patrick.
“Babe, you know that she has a carrier, right?” You asked, switching out your books. You had a test coming up, so Patrick had agreed to take your baby girl to his class with him so that you were able to concentrate. What you didn’t expect was for him to actually strap the baby onto his chest and walk around like she was a reverse backpack.
“Yeah, me,” Patrick said, leaning against the locker. The happy baby gurgled away, but reached for her mama. You took hold of her tiny hands and kissed them repeatedly, trying to get a smile out of her. “She’s fine, she likes it.”
“I think you enjoy it more than her,” You mused, clicking your tongue. “You’re not gonna like it when she fills her diaper on you.”
“Good excuse to get out of class,” Patrick smiled, leaning in and kissed your cheek. “Good luck on your test.”
“Thanks. And thanks for bringing her to class with you. I really do appreciate it.”
“Hey, it’s English. Naptime for both of us.”
Requested by: @thatbisexualnerd