23
813 Words
Auto opened the door with his key, carrying a the two babies in their car seats.
He bought a crib he could set up at Grim's house.
It was awful quiet. It was only ten o'clock, and Grim was an insomniac.
“Grim?”
Grim held a sleeping Tonya in his arms. He stirred at the sound of his best friend's voice. s**t! Why didn't that fucker ever knock?!
Slipping away from Tonya, he put on some sweatpants. Wait, he couldn't leave without a shirt. Tonya had scratched up his back, and Auto would most definitely notice.
“What are you doing here, you ass?”
He stopped in his tracks when he saw the babies. He'd never seen them before.
“Does Frankie know you brought her kids here?”
Auto raised a brow. “Of course she does.”
Uh-oh.
“Look, I don't think she'd be okay with this—”
Auto interrupted Grim, picking up Tommy. He handed Grim the baby. Reluctantly, Grim secured the child, who looked smaller in his big arms.
Tommy shifted. He didn't know who this guy was. He knew it wasn't Daddy.
Grim's eyes widened at the twitching little nose.
“He's gonna cry. Take him back—!”
Auto ignored him.
“Shhh, it's Uncle Tommy. It's okay,” Auto soothed him, rubbing his head.
Tommy settled. His Mommy had also said something about Uncle Tommy. He must be alright. Besides, Daddy would never let anyone hurt him.
“This is Tommy,” Auto told Grim.
Grim blinked, sheen in his eyes.
“Are you crying?” Auto asked, grinning.
“No, you jack ass!” Grim answered scornfully.
“Seems like you are,” Auto smirked.
“I hate you,” Was Grim's simple reply.
Auto knew Grim loved him, the little b***h.
“Whatever, asshat. This is J.R.”
Grim switched babies with Auto. It was amusing to see two huge men do something so delicately, so carefully.
“What does J.R. stand for?”
“Jason junior. But I just like J.R. better.”
Grim nodded knowingly. “God, that is such a cool nickname, he's gonna love you for that.”
“I know right!”
“f**k yeah!”
“Don't curse around the babies!”
“Sorry. Fudge yeah!”
Auto almost forgot his worry. Almost. “A lot happened, Grim.”
Grim looked up at the sadness in Auto's voice. Anger started to well up in him. Who made his friend sad? He'd kill them. He'd take their souls like his name's sake.
“Tommy...he's sick. Got cancer.”
That made Grim croak. “What?”
“Yeah. We found out a few days ago. Probably best to get J.R checked too. Frankie's stressed out. I'm stressed out. He's only three months old.”
Grim felt a type.of.ssdness he never felt before. He and Auto had decided that didn't want kids. That.was every since they were kids.
But things were different now.
Or were they? Because life was still screwing them in the ass, wasn't it?
“They're wrong,” Grim said firmly.
“Probably not.”
Grim went silent. “I could kill cancer.”
Auto smiled silently. “Don't I wish.”
They sat in solemn silence then. Grim didn't like it. So he turned on the TV.
“Let's watch Dexter.”
“Okay. Lemme just set up the crib.”
As he did that, he made conversation. “So did you ever thank Becca?”
Grim fought with Netflix. “Yeah. She told me all she needed was for me and you to get married.”
“To each other?" Auto asked. The two men looked at each other for a moment. Shaking their heads, they went back to want they were doing.
“Nah,” They chimed unanimously.
Grim hoped Tonya stayed asleep.
“Tommy?”
But when did things ever go his way?
Auto looked up at the familiar voice. Tonya. Frankie's baby sister. For intents and purposes, his baby sister in law.
He glared at Grim. “What the hell is she doing here?”
He looked at Tonya. “And what the hell are you wearing?”
“No cursing around the babies?" Grim said sheepishly.
Tonya took a different approach. “I'm wearing Grim's shirt. I'm here because—”
“She got drunk and don't want to go home. So she came here. Ba—” Grim stopped under Auto's scrutinizing gaze. “Tonya why don't you go back to sleep?”
Tonya gave him a, we will talk about this later look.
“Okay.”
Damn it, he was screwed.
“You're screwing my little sister, aren't you?”
Grim grinned. “Don't be ridiculous.”
Auto sighed in relief as Grim continued.
“You're not related. That'd be some like a weird form of spiritual incest.”
- Writer
