TITLE: Jack Kicks TIME/DAY: Wednesday, Night TAKES PLACE AFTER/BEFORE: After everything CHARACTERS: Dalton; OTA WARNINGS: Defaults
He wasn't sure if his, Susan, and Fred's apartment was the 'happening' place to be lately. He just knew that several people came in and out of the place. Some part of him didn't even know who was where right at the moment and that part of him didn't really care. The American born prodigy made his way out of his bedroom, still wearing his pajamas because for once? He was listening to the 'doctors' and taking a leave from work. Sure, if they needed him he'd jump at the chance to help but there was one thing that was scaring him more than anything else. That he wasn't going to make it through this after all.
So he was going to be laying low for a while. Just until they could tell him that he would survive to his face. Even with his future son saying he did...he was just worried about it. He walked into the kitchen, just thinking the other night was a fluke when it came to the baby growing inside him. He swore he felt him kick. Dalton shuffled his feet a bit as he started raiding the fridge before deciding on celery and a glass of milk before going to sit on the sofa, sipping on his milk again and chewing on the celery as he flipped through the channels with an almost bored look on his face. Which was entirely possible because Dalton was just that. Bored.
Brown eyes flickered up for a moment, contemplating what he was going to do for the day before the urge to engage in the world before he got balantly pregnant hit him. He wasn't going to sit there on the sofa for the entire pregnancy...at least not when he could actually do something. Dalton rolled back to his feet before going to shower off and get dressed before sliding on his sweat jacket that did wonders to conceal his growing stomach before he headed out and down the sidewalk. Dalton armed with his cellphone and a pair of headphones before putting them in his ears before starting to play music, using the walk as a way to relax.
If only the baby would relax. He just hoped when the baby decided to kick again and his hand went to his stomach, automatically stopping in his tracks...that people didn't think he was a freak.