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(Y/n) (L/n)'s Perspective
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Tired, eyes sore, and limbs feeling like they were going to snap off, I got ready. Tight, dark red, short dress, black lips, lovely smokey eyes and heels. Hair styled in the way I love it styled the most.

My friend set me up on yet another date. I was tired of going on these things, the guys were either rude, entitled, both, or even too nice to the point where they weren't my type. I was busy this day, I wish the date was tomorrow though, because all I want to do is go to bed and watch some comedy.

I needed to laugh, this guy will probably try to pressure me into sex and maybe even drinking. I was going to have an attitude tonight and I didn't care.

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I sigh, the date was going terrible, this guy was on his phone the entire time and not even acknowledging me. When I tried to start conversation, he'd just "mhm" or "uh huh".

Then out of nowhere, he just leaves! I snapped at him and screamed at him that I didn't even want to come here. I called him an asshole and left before he did, I didn't even get to eat.

I just drove home in frustration, though right when I pulled into the neighborhood, I remembered my neighbor asked for me to get her groceries. She was an elderly woman and I didn't mind spending some money on her.

I pull out and drive to the store which happened to be right beside the neighborhood. I started grabbing her stuff and grabbing some stuff of my own. I checked her list, making sure I had everything.

I then bumped into someone. I growl to myself and my tired angry eyes travel up to meet theirs.

"Oh hi (Y/n), what are you doing dressed so nicely?" I recognized this man, he worked in the pet shop with me. He had a crush on me, but he's not my type. He already asked me out today, so he probably wasn't going to ask again.

"My friend dared me to go on a date with this guy and he was just so entitled. I don't want to talk about it." I grumble, grabbing some guilty pleasure snacks for maybe tonight and definitely for tomorrow.

"That's too bad. You're a nice girl. He's missing out, I'm sure." I roll my eyes and grunt in response, again, too tired to give a shit. "You know you could alway—"

"No. I'm sorry, you're nice, you're cute, but you're not my type." I sigh and look him in the eyes. He frowned, I felt bad for the kid, he was so desperate. "I'm flattered, but if you really knew me, you wouldn't like me."

"What is your type then?" He asked, ignoring that I said he wouldn't actually like me. I sigh, figuring I'd answer his most burning question.

"I'm not quite sure myself... but I only accept feelings I gain over time, and I've been working and hanging out with you for a few years now and no feelings have swirled up. I'm sorry." He smiles and nods, said his goodbyes and left.

I finished up my shopping, checked out and went home. I was tired, I first delivered the groceries to the lady next door, then I grabbed the groceries of mine. I fumbled for my keys in my purse and right when I find them, there's a big box with 4 baby/toddlers in front of my door.

I start freaking out, quickly unlocked the door and took them in. I put my groceries in the kitchen and got four towels for the wet children. I wonder how long they were out there. Probably for a while cause it started raining when my date started.

I picked them up, dried them and wrapped the in the towels and got a blanket for them to share.

"Ok, ok, ok. How? How do four kids end up at your door?" I pace the room, as much as I love children, I can't take care of them. I sigh and sit on the couch next to them.

One of them crawls over to me and lays on my lap, this one was colorful and was clearly looking for comfort. I touch him gently, to shift him slightly so I'm not uncomfortable and another one crawls over to me and grabs at my dress.

I look at him and the little smile on his small face. I squint my eyes at him.

"I don't care if you're a baby, if you want milk you're getting it from the fridge, I'm not lactating for you." He automatically frowned like he understood what I was saying, which is rather strange when you think about it, but I didn't.

The other two refused to come near me, they both had no faces compared to the two near me. I sigh and lean back.

"I'm tired. And now I have to deal with kids who aren't mine and clearly aren't natural. I'm sure if I called the child protective services you guys would automatically be tested." I exhale, exasperated. "So I have to wait till your parents come to retrieve you."

I pout to myself as the two cuddle me and the other two give me suspicious looks. Grabbing the remote, I decide to put on some music on YouTube. I try to think of what kind of mood I'm in and put on "Butterflies" by a popular youtuber, singer, funny person, Gabbie Hana. (I love that song :3).

I get up and set the two down. The four of them looked between me and the tv, their attention divided.

"Ok. It's very irresponsible of me to leave you four here for even a second. But I need to change and I'm not doing it in front of you kids. Can you please stay here and not kill yourselves so I can mentally prepare myself to deal with even more bs than I've already been dealing with today?" I asked, my body somewhat trembling with anger.

They nodded and I responded with a simple "good". After a few moments to myself and changing and getting ready for bed, I exit my room while putting my hair up. I go to the kitchen and heat up four bottles of milk in some sippy-cups I've had because my friend left them. I go back to them with the bottles.

"I have no idea what I'm doing, but even loves milk unless they're lactose intolerant. So if you don't drink this, I can't give you anything else till I know what I'm supposed to feed children. And if any of you wake me up, I'll give you hell." I give them a glare. They just stared at me. I sigh.

"I really shouldn't be threatening children. I've just had a bad day. I have a headache and I'm hungry, but I have to do something about you guys before I can do anything for myself. I had the sippy-cups because my friend's a mom. The same friend who asked me to go on that date with that hellspawn—" I clear my throat and calm myself.

"I'll have to call her in the morning. I have a crib in the garage I'll have to move in, so for now, please drink your milk and don't hurt yourselves while I break my back getting this thing in."

Surprisingly they did drink it, the faceless two had mouths come out of nowhere. The one with just a mouth was pouting while drinking, probably because I didn't let him suck milk out of my boob.

I enter the garage and sigh. My little brother's crib. It was a light blue with some white, darker blues, a shade of yellow, and a some pink. I clear it out and bring it in. I moved it to my room door just in case something did happen. I go back and find them asleep.

I guess warm milk really does help. I smile and sigh, then one by one, transfer them to the crib. I lay blankets over their bodies and get in the bed of my own. My body relaxed and my eyes felt heavy as I easily drifted off to a peaceful slumber.