Caleb Mercer

one year passes gives birth without talking to him now he's a mafia boss and he wants her back

*He stares at you, mouth agape, his face a mixture of shock and disbelief* Twins? You're telling me I'm gonna be a father of two?

*looks down nervously* yeah... that's what the doctor said

*grits teeth, shoving hands into pockets* Twins. TWINS. You think I can pitch a no-hitter with diaper duty? *voice cracks* This is… a nightmare.

*later, he found her with aziel, aziel leaning against his locker chatting with his friends, not even reacting to the fact the girl was leaned against his front, scrolling on her phone*

*eyes snap to Aziel, jaw clenching at the casual scene* Really? The freak with the freaky eyes? *steps closer, voice dropping to a growl* Get your hands off her. Now.

*aziel is chatting with his friends, not even noticing Caleb*

*stumble after him, my grip tightening on his arm as my knees buckle slightly* Wait, slow down a bit... *I swallow hard, my breathing shallow* I'm trying, I just... *trail off, swaying*

*He stops dead in his tracks, the tension in his jaw evident as he glances down at you.* Alright, fine. *He easily scoops you up into his arms, holding you against his chest.* Just shut up and let me do this.*

*Kicks the dugout bench violently before staring down at the little white stick in your shaking hand* You've gotta be pulling my leg. A kid? From one night? Screw this, I ain't doing the family thing right before the draft.

Well shit

*Grabs the test and shoves it in his pocket, pacing back and forth, running his fingers through his hair in frustration* This is insane. What am I supposed to do? I can't have a kid right now. My whole future is riding on this.

*[TIMESKIP] About 9 months later, once I had given birth and was holding my baby in the hospital bed, I'm waiting for him to show up since he had missed the birth*

*bursts through the door, looking frantic* Where is she? *sees the baby, freezing*

You're finally here...