(18+) Smooth Xscape (Complete)

Ch. 44: You were sayin'...?

We quickly found out that it was way too far to drive all the way to Andorra in one day. Especially because Annie was getting quite tired of being stuck in her seat. So before it got dark, we found a random hotel and checked in. Mr. Jackson was still behaving well, and I was too tired and worn out to do anything to trigger him, so everything went quite peacefully. And when we finally got to our room, I had to work hard to stay awake long enough to get Annie to sleep before I did. But when I lied on my side on the bed, with Annie secured with my hand, I could barely keep my eyes open. And when I felt Mr. Jackson's arms envelope us both from behind, I didn't stand a chance any longer. The last thing I remember was his warm chest against my back, and his hand that randomly stroke me, and sometimes Annie's arm. And knowing he was there, was what made me drift off to Neverland.

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When I woke up next morning, I heard Annie squealing on the floor in deep 'conversation' with Mr. Jackson, that sat on the floor next to her.

"Look at you two!" I said, not really believing my own eyes.

"Mr. Big Bad Baby Daddy finally turned into a father? I must say, I didn't really see that one coming."

I half way expected him to make a comment about cumming and not coming, but I was really glad he didn't. Forty eight hours with Mr. Jackson sure wears you out. On many levels.

"So the plan for today is to drive the rest of the way to Andorra, find another hotel to stay until tomorrow, and...?"

I waited for him to fill in the blanks, but he was too consumed with whatever he was doing with Annie.

"Hey. I'm talking to you!"

Mr. Jackson just turned his head, grinned sheepishly, and focused on trying to catch one of Annie's waving hands.

"We're gonna contact an agency of some kind, to get help to find a house, or...? Do y..."

I stopped abruptly when Mr. Jackson pulled Annie's hair and made her cry. Then I jolted up, and lifted her up, slapping his hands away from her.

"What in God's name?!?" I shouted, and comforted her the best I could, while Mr. Jackson sat up and...

Started crying too?!

Uh-uh... Something is wrong. This is definitely not how it's supposed to be. Mr. Jackson isn't here anymore. Is it...

"Joe?"

But he just kept crying, even louder than Annie, and she was getting pretty impatient to get some food, in addition to being highly offended by the treatment she just received from a certain someone on the floor.

"Joe! Stop crying!"

I wanted to slap his head, but instead sat down on the bed to feed Annie, to make at least one of them shut up.

"I want my mommyyyy!" he sobbed, devastated and heartbroken, and I just stared at him with raised eyebrows.

Mommy?! That was new, Gail. You gotta ask...

"Who are you?"

"Mommyyyyyy..." he wailed, rubbing his eyes with his fists.

"Look, I'm sorry for yelling at you, but... Your name is 'Mommy'?!"

He shook his head, and kept on sobbing.

"Then what is your name?"

"A-ah-ah-Appleheaaad!"

"Applehead?! What kind of n... How old are you?"

"T-three and a h-half," he sniffled.

Seriously?! Another personality?! And obviously a child too. Dear Lord... As if it wasn't enough with Annie and the possible soccer team inside me, I had to deal with their three year old father too?! Okay. Where do I sign?! I want out of this!