09-05-2016, 11:04 PM
Cassander Graham had things going pretty well until he was knocked up. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing--he had a nice job, his own apartment, steady relationship. That last part ended pretty quickly when he told the father about the baby, the other father not wanting it, disappearing never to be seen again. Cass adapted, not too freaked out by it. They were both pretty young, with the green-eyed adult at twenty-eight and the other father a smidge younger. Now, at about four months pregnant, Cass was coming home from work, riding up the elevator with his apartment keys clenched between his teeth as he looked through his mail. A letter from his mother that he'd ignore, a bill or two. When he stepped off of the elevator, he noticed a couple boxes set in the hallway near the apartment next door. Great, the dark-haired man thought. Probably some rowdy college kid throwing parties until three AM. Cass shook his head, pulling the keys from his teeth and unlocking the door to his apartment and pulling off his tight button-up to switch out with a much looser Star Wars shirt.
✨don't look at my sin✨