3 n 1 (Tracob)

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"Daddy!" 

"Hey, sweetie!" Troye grins, kneeling down to Bailey's height to hug her.

"How was your day, honey?" 

"It was fun! Jacob let me pet the kitties!" 

Troye gasps, "He did? Did you thank him for letting you?" 

Bailey shakes her head before looking up.

Troye looks up to see Jacob smiling down at them. 

"Tank you, Jakie!" 

"You're welcome, honey," he chuckles. 

Lifting Bailey, Troye stands up and smiles, "Thank you for this morning, man. I appreciate it." 

"Hey, no problem. I came back out to talk to you, but you were gone by the time I got out here." 

"Yeah, sorry about that. I was running late for work. Um, I'm Troye." 

"Nice to meet you. Your daughter's a cutie." 

"Oh, she's not- I mean...thanks," Troye says quietly as Bailey plays with a loose thread on his shirt. 

Jacob gives him a confused look.

Troye smiles and looks at the little girl in his arms.  "Well, hey, if you ever need anything or a babysitter or something, give me a call, alright?" 

"You don't have to do that," the younger boy states. 

"I want to," Jacob smiles. "Bailey's a sweet girl. I'd love to hang out with her!" 

Troye shrugs, nodding hesitantly, "Okay. Yeah, she seems to like you." 

Giving Jacob his phone, he puts his number in and hands it back. 

"I'll see you tomorrow, Jacob," Troye says. 

"See ya, Troye." 

"Bye, Jacob!" Bailey squeals happily. 

"Bye, Bailey!" he waves excitedly with a big smile. 

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"Jakie!" 

"Bailey!" 

Bailey runs over to Jacob who engulfs her into a hug, "Ready to play?" 

Nodding her head excitedly, she waves goodbye to her dad. 

"I'll be back to get you later, baby. Thanks, Jacob." 

"No problem. We'll see you later, Troye." 

Troye nods, watching them walk over to a table in the corner of the room.

Watching Jacob kneel down next to Bailey, he picks up a pink crayon as she flips to a random page in one of the many coloring books scattered around the table. 

Watching the scene, Troye takes a minute to take in his looks.

He had black hair, stretched ears, and he also had a sleeve on his right arm.

He had a smile that glowed brightly around all the kids he talked to.

They seemed to all love him as much as he loved them. 

Troye smiles to himself knowing that Bailey was in good hands.

Realizing he was staring, he shakes himself out of the small trance and walks out the door to his car.