catchacold | Babysitter's Club

"Sure. He dresses like he's an upstanding citizen." Leonard rolled his eyes and let out a huff of breath. Of course, they had to have an argument and Mick had a sleeping baby in his arms. There was nothing more annoying. "I know Axel and he's always been clean around Teddy. You know that, I'd not let him near him otherwise. He's a good kid, just a rough life. We don't know this kid.2

"Why is it I have to trust the addict rent boy you like but I can't trust one I pick. he's a good kid, he got kicked out because he's gay. Remember how often my dad did that? It happens. He's sleeping rough, he's gonna look like shit." Mick whispered, he's gotten so good at talking all soft and gentle, he no longer slipped up like he used to. Teddy was a warm, sleeping lump in his arms now and he had to be put down. He slowly got up and held the baby close, gesturing his head at the nursery door so Leonard could open it. "I need more help than an unreliable whore."

"Axel is not unreliable with me. I don't work with anyone unreliable. Did you check this kid's arms?" It was a valid question. Leonard huffed again and opened the door to the nursery, letting Mick carry Teddy inside. Maybe then they could have a normal conversation although, yes, a lot of it boiled down to Leonard trusting his own judgement more than Mick's and he didn't know this kid yet.

"He's not on drugs. He's all fancy. He says 'may I' and 'please'. All la-de-da and shit." He set Teddy down gently and pulled his blanket up. Teddy made a whining sound and Mick swiftly slipped his pacifier in until he calmed and returned to sleeping. Mick stroked his hair a few times before pulling away and shooing Leonard from the room. Once the door was shut, he went to the furthest away point in the place, the kitchen, and raised his voice a little more. "You don't trust that I know what I'm doing around my own boy. I trust that kid. Hell, I ain't saying he's perfect but he ain't on drugs and I'd have fucking checked, don't you think? I can see the signs. Especially when carving. The unease, the paleness, the itching, twitching, fidgeting? You know. Like Axel."

"He's a street kid around here, that age, and he's not on drugs? How does that not ring alarm bells for you? You show me any boy in that bracket who's not using and bending over. Something fishy about that. May, right." Perhaps Mick was right, but Leonard didn't trust easy and it just felt invasive to come home and have a strange kid sitting right there. However, he also realised that he might be a bit too hard on Mick's judgement, so... "I got you a chicken from the rotisserie, the way you like."

"I checked. I was careful. I watched him for two days because he was going to hold my fucking son so don't you dare question me, asshole." Mick growled angrily because he was pretty much a papa bear when it came to his boy and he feared losing him to someone bad a lot of the time, he had a lot of paranoia and if he trusted someone, he vouched for them. "Look, I need more help than you and Axel, you're both never around. He'd be around. If I ever want a job that's legit, I need time." And time was what he didn't have with an infant and no consistent support. He sighed and rubbed at his face, tired and unsettled. "... Yeah. Thanks. Sorry. I'm stressed, you gotta just... trust me? This once, just do it."

"You're watching teens for two days, that ain't concerning at all." Leonard decided to go with the joking tone, since obviously Mick had reached something close to a breaking point. He stepped forward and wrapped an arm around Mick, looking at him from inches away. "I'm just concerned too. I'll talk to the kid later and if he's like you say, it's fine. If not, I'm sure we can find someone else. Look, I got groceries and it's all my money, so you don't gotta worry about that. I'm working things out, Mick. You ain't alone."

"Great, pity food cause I'm broke." Mick muttered as he pulled away a little and started rummaging through the bag. He was stressed and sad, he wanted to eat something. Ah! Snack cakes. He unwrapped one and started to eat it, knowing he was being a baby about this but he spent all of his time looking after a kid that took all his time, stole his nights and left him a little all over the place. The best parents broke to pieces over this shit, let alone a single dad who just stopped being a teenager. "I'll handle it, I just need some back up." Like Hartley.

"No, it's romance food, cause I kinda like you." Leonard rolled his eyes and unwrapped the chicken for Mick as well, so he could indulge on that if he felt like it. He stepped back to give him space, but he also put a hand on Mick's hip, because he wanted him to know that he was there. "Look, Mick. I'd be here more often if I could, you know that." He still had to be home sometimes, with Lewis, with Lisa, with all the rest of this mess. "And I'm making a name. I'll have cash in-coming regularly, it ain't gonna be much longer and you know I'll always take care of you."

"Yeah." Though Mick detested this kind of talk to. He used to be such a badass, he had a life path he wanted and now he was feeling a little like a housewife. It wasn't doing much for his masculinity and he was far too macho to take the nice gesture as it was. He just sort of squirmed a little and forced down any objections. He didn't want to be a dick. "Thanks. I know you got my back, I just get uneasy. Lots of stuff going on. I think the kid is gonna be an asset, don't knock him just yet."

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