(My social studies teacher assigned us 2 current events due before school ends Friday last period today thinking we ain't got lives, and then she ain't gonna grade it in the next 2 months =/)

Alex's Pov:

John has been panicking non stop since two days ago. He's gone shopping so much this child's clothing is worth more than my family.

To be honest, the rest of the group didn't really know John had a kid, which was a bit shocking considering how he told then everything.

While he was setting things up I was upstairs, trying to figure out how on Earth phone's worked.

I had to make something called an "Apple ID"

The most we had in Nevis was BlackBerry's.

The phone itself looked weird, there was this notch thing at the top that apperantly read my face.

Whatever that meant.

Behold the iPhone XR.

(#letsshadeapple)

I gave up, leaving the phone on the bed cause it as delicate as a newborn baby around a pool.

I made my way downstairs to see John frantically scrambling.

"Do ya need some help?"

"No, I'm fine, I'm fine,"

Everyone else had gone home seeing it has been a while so only me and John were there.

In addition to him buying me an iPhone he bought Frances an iPad.

And for some reason, a play pen.

"You do realize she is six right?"

"This isn't for Frances, it's for the dogs, and Alexander the cat,"

I smiled going all the way down the stairs.

"Can I help?"

"Depends,"

"I can cook,"

"What exactly?"

"What do you want made for you and your child,"

"...cookies,"

"Done," I smiled making my way to the kitchen.

"You don't have to keep cooking and cleaning for anyone, you know that right,"

"But I want to, besides it's a little thank you for letting me stay here,"

"So you're gonna stay?" John smiled.

"Maybe,"

Suddenly an alarm went off.

John picked up his phone fumbling around to stop it.

"I gotta go get ready to pick up Frances,"

"Is this a whole event?" I asked taking out the flour.

"Indeed it is," John said suddenly whistling. 

Suddenly a flock of animals made their way from around the penthouse.

He gathered them into the playpen that already had bowls of food and water in them.

"Can you watch my other children?" John smiled sheepishly.

"Of course," I gasped.

"Thank you so much, if you need anything just call Peggy,"

"I still don't know how a phone works,"

"Right," John deadpanned.

Within the next 30 minutes I was on my own and just putting the cookie dough in the oven.

Alexander the cat was a disrespectful little shit.

Well, I mean so am I but that irrelevant.

While the cookies baked I sat in the play pen playing with John's other children.

And god damn were they adorable.

Their adorableness distracted me from the cookies. So when the timer went off I realized and scrambled to get those fuckers out the oven.

And of course since it was Christmas time I made chocolate chip cookies and sugar cookies.

They just needs some icing and a shit ton of sprinkles.

John's Pov:

I got to JFK probably the happiest person alive. It's been so long since I've seen Martha and Frances.

And she's six now.

Oh my god I'm gonna have a stroke.

Butterflies filled my stomach and I suddenly became jittery.

Was I excited or scared?

I didn't know, nor did I care.

Martha told me they would meet me at luggage pick up by 3:00 PM.

After 30 minutes I called her slightly concerned.

She didn't answer.

Did she change her mind last minute?

I mean, she could've called and let me know!

After an hour I was scared.

Where were they even?

Alex was still home too.

I played with the curls in my ponytail nervously.

After what felt like 3 days I heard someone call my name.

"DAD!" I heard a little girl call.

I looked up my eyes watering slightly.

But of course, it wasn't for me.

A tear slid down my cheek and I quickly wiped it away. I knew what my dad did about crying.

There was no tolerance for it.

2 hours had passed by now and flight after flight was coming in.

That's when I heard someone screaming.

"GOOGLE ASSISTANT," She yelled into her phone speaker.

"CALL 'MY FRECKLED BABY DADDY'"

I would've laughed if I wasn't so offended. However, the airport is a judgement free zone.

The girl turned around and I realized she was holding onto a little girl.

I got a call suddenly.

"Listen up mother bitch, before you complain, the flight was delayed and your child had a panic attack,"

"...yes hello, Martha, I would like to see my child,"

I sat up straighter in my chair and saw the tired looking lady approach me.

That's when I realized: oh shit, that's Martha.

Soon she stood in front of me.

"John,"

"Yes,"

It was silent.

"Mother bitch," Frances said giggling as she rocked back and fourth on her feet.

Martha facepalmed.