Good Boys (BoyXBoy)

19: Daddy Issues Confronted

«Basically, this whole chapter is about the adventure Isaac had with his friends & family when they went shopping for stuff for the triplets. This will make sense! I have to study. Bye!✌

P.s. ⬆That was what this was supposed to be about but that sorta, ok, it got lost in translation so this will be about well... Read to find out! Apologies if this sucks!✌»
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Isaac

Baby shopping, yay! Not! I do not like shopping, especially not since i'm heavily pregnant with triplets. I have nothing for my babies so me and Jax are going shopping. I missed my friends so we invited them to tag along. We were going to go to the mall but they don't have scooters so I suggested Super-Target and Babies 'R' Us. Jax agreed so now here we are in his Range Rover with Brett and Liam in the backseat since I invited them along with us. When I said that I wanted Brett to be there through everything, I meant everything and luckily he wasn't busy.

"So have you guys thought of any names?", Brett asked me directly. Him and Jax still aren't very fond of one another, but they're civil for mine and the babies' sake. I nodded with a smile as I rubbed my stomach where Aiden kicked me at the sound of his Uncle Brett's voice. "Not really. We just have a name for our son, but none for our daughters", I responded. "Really? What's the boy's name?", Liam asked joining in on the conversation. "Aiden", Jax answered turning into Target's parking lot.

I saw Brett raise a brow through the rearview mirror. "He saved mine and Theo's life. It's the least I can do for him", I explained. He nodded, "What's the entire name?", he asked. "Aiden Lee Whittemore", Jax said proudly making smile at him. "Who the hell is Lee?", Liam asked making me giggle. "Lee is Jackson's middle name", I said sobering up as we pulled into a parking spot.

We got out and Liam ran to get a basket. He, being a big kid at heart, got into the basket and made Brett push him. Jax had his hands resting on my lower back over mine while my other was on my stomach as we walked towards the store. We met up with Derek, Stiles, and Scott on the walk crosswalk. When we crossed I hunched over with my hands on my knees. "Are you okay there, Bambi?", Danny asked. I huffed and stood up straight taking deep breaths.

"Yeah, i'm fine. I'm just a little winded. Just give me a minute", I panted catching my breath. He nodded but he still looked concerned. I gave him a small smile before letting out one more breath and walking into the store where everyone was waiting for us with baskets. "Awe, you're so big, Bambster. Look at you, you're glowing", Lydia cooed strutting up to me. I rolled my eyes but opened my arms to receive her. She hugged me followed by Allison, Parrish, Ethan, Scott, and lastly Theo.

Yes, I invited Theo too. He needs to be surrounded by people that care about him. I know he's taken Mason's death hard. I also know that they were dating and he loved him. No-one ever really paid attention to them, but I noticed the way that they looked at each other. His parents are never around so he has no-one and I consider him a friend and I won't let my friend suffer alone.

While everyone was talking about what they were going to buy I waddled over to a scooter. I was about to sit down with an elderly woman in a wheelchair rolled up to me. I gave her a friendly smile as I sat down squirming a little to get comfortable. "Excuse me young man, but I need that scooter", she said. "Sorry, ma'am but i'm using it", I replied turning the scooter on. "Young man those are for people that need them. Not for strong young men like yourself", she said trying to talk me off of the scooter.

I smirked, "That is correct miss, but I am not giving you this scooter. So save the flattery", I responded. She scoffed, "Get up, jackass! You know, you young punks make me sick. You see an elderly person like me who needs the scooter and instead of getting your lazy asses up and walking like those that can you take them from people like me that need them because they can't walk that good", she ranted. I chuckled humorlessly, "Listen you old self-entitled bitch. I am not giving you this damn scooter. You are in a fucking wheelchair, roll bitch. My feet are sore and I get easily winded from walking for a while. I am carrying three got damn people inside me and my back hurts. So fuck off, grandma!", I snapped.