Chapter 1

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YES! Another story. I just came up with it, hopefully, you guys give it a chance and enjoy it. This is something pretty new to me. I guess I wanted to write something like this. Chapter's update will be everywhere, whenever I come up with an idea I'll type it up and post it. Yes, it is another boyxboy story, I can't get enough of them. 

So, yeah, enjoy the chapter ahead!

Damien's P.O.V.

"Damien, what do you think about the topic?" My professor asks me. I wasn't paying much attention. I was more worried about whether I had time to go to the grocery and bank before getting home today.

"Sorry, what?" I ask confused.

"Our topic is on whether men are able to do the job of a mother? Whether they knew how to handle themselves when it came to kids. For instance like stereotypically in my opinion ignorant people would assume women should be stay at home wives. But in reality, we should do what we want and we should/could work either at home or out of the home." I hated these topics. Why did it matter? Some people could and some just couldn't regardless of their sex.

"Um" I clear my throat.

"In my opinion, I think regardless of sex, people can do what they put their minds to. It doesn't matter if you're a man or a woman. If you're able to set your mind to it, you can do it. Saying that, I think if a man wants to raise a child by himself he's capable of it just like women do." She nods, along with other students.

"That's true. I agree. Little story; my father, he thought that women couldn't work unless it was inside the house, in bed. He thought of women as property, as things he could use. Saying that he hated me. Now, I could care less, back then, it wasn't easy for me to back then. When I joined the military he disowned me. By the time I completed my first 4 years, my mother died. But I couldn't live as a woman that could be home all day. I was, am an independent woman. I can't handle a man that tries to control my every move, that thinks of me as an object. But, thank you for your opinion, Damien." She says. We continue the lecture until it's time to leave.

"Okay, class I'll see you on Tuesday." My professor dismisses us. I pack my things quickly and make my way out of class. I look at my watch and speed walk to my car. I make my way to the grocery store and pick up the few things I need before heading to my apartment. Unlocking my door I see Jaz on the small sofa with Hope on her chest. I walk over and tap Jaz on her shoulder.

"Hey, I'm already here if you want to head out earlier?" I say picking Hope off of her chest. I walk Hope into her crib and lay her there covering her and kissing her on the head before walking back to the small living room. Jaz was still here picking up the things on the small table in the middle of the living room.

"You don't need to do that. It's fine." I say. She looks at me and shakes her head.

"It's fine, mom and dad aren't home so it's fine. Kill time I guess." she shrugs walking into the kitchen.

"How is everything there?" I ask her leaning against the counter as I watch her rinse the dishes.

"Okay, I guess. Jacob is still an asshoe, and mom and dad arguing over all that. I guess the only time I'm actually happy is when I'm here watching Hope or just hanging out here with you." She says. Jacob is her older brother who's a little shit and treats her like crap most times. He likes drinking and getting high. Jaz is 18 and she's like my sister. I love her from the first time I met her a few years ago. She babysits Hope for me when I'm at work or at school. She's a senior in high school and she comes out by 11 in the morning every day so she watches Hope for me. Jaz lives a few blocks away from me, like a 5-minute walk.

"How about you?" She asks once she's done.

"Good I guess" She laughs at that.

"Yeah, I see." She says eyeing me.

"Fine, I'm fine. Seriously, school is school. Stressful if I'm being honest. I have a few papers due by Sunday, and 3 test on Thursday. I knew that taking 5 classes was going to be a pain in the ass, but it still doesn't stop me from doing it each semester. And work? A pain too. I can't complain though. It's what bring me money and I need it." She nods.

"True." She checks her phone and groans.

"I have to go." She says walking to the door and putting her jacket on.

"So I start work at 2 tomorrow so you don't have to be here after school." I tell her.

"Okay." When she's about to open the door I grab her arm.

"Here" I say to her handing her over 200 dollars.

"I, I told you-you didn't have to give me more" She says once she counts how much I gave her. She usually charges only $100, but I know that's a little for the amount of work she does. She deserves more than that.

"You do a lot for me Jaz, seriously take it and be careful. Text me when you get home" I tell her once I hug her goodbye.

"Thanks." She says waving at me as she walks down the hallways into the elevator. Once I lock the door I walk into the kitchen and make myself something to eat before going into my room to get a change of close before heading into the shower. Once I am done with my shower I get my laptop and school bag before walking out to the living room where I'll be spending most of my night doing homework before getting any sleep. Hopefully, Hope doesn't wake up all night so that I can get half my work done before work tomorrow.

How was it? Opinions? Seriously, let me know what you think and what you think will happen in the story. I don't know about the length of this story, yet, but I'll write up chapters until I feel the ending has come. 

Hopefully, I'll have another chapter by this weekend. This is something different in the sense that I haven't met a single father in real life or at least have known of one, but I have a lot of mothers, but I felt like I should write one with a single gay father struggling/balancing school, work, having a baby daughter and trying to deal with an annoying cute neighbor. You'll learn more about Damien throughout the story and hopefully, you love him. Also, Jaz doesn't like Damien, in case it seemed like it when she was eyeing him. 

Also, just because I have never met a single father, doesn't mean I'm ignorant to it. I know just like there are single mothers struggling there are fathers, too. So, yeah.

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