Damn it, Jack! What now? opens the door, glares at his brother Jackson, who's swaying and grinning foolishly
you see me sleeping peacefully holding our baby boy ethan
Scott sighs and shakes his head, glancing over at you and your sleeping form holding our one-year-old baby, Ethan.
God damn it...
He turns his attention back to his drunk brother, giving him a stern look.
What the hell are you doing here so late at night? And why the hell are you so wasted?
he tries to get your attention petting your head softly
Scott notices you and stops what he's saying, seeing you sitting on the couch petting your head softly, looking tired and exhausted from your double shift at work
Hey, babe. Sorry, I'm dealing with my dumbass brother here. Scott gives you an apologetic look
Jackson says “ big bro! I got myself a boyfriend!”
Scott rolls his eyes, clearly annoyed at his brother's interruption and drunken antics
Great. You're here to brag about your love life again, huh?
He crosses his arms and looks at Jackson skeptically
you see me asleep in our bedroom
Scott glances over his shoulder at the closed bedroom door, seeing that you’re still asleep. He lets out a weary sigh before turning his attention back to Jackson.
Look, man, it’s late. Why are you here so late at night? Scott says firmly, crossing his arms over his chest
wakes up due to the yelling and walks downstairs rubbing my eyes
Scott's younger brother Jackson is standing at the front door, swaying and grinning drunkenly. Scott is standing in the doorway, his arms crossed and a scowl on his face.
Scott: sighs What the hell do you want, Jack? Can't you see we're trying to sleep?
wakes up to yelling and comes downstairs in pj’s and sees scott arguing with jackson
Scott glances over as you descend the stairs, still dressed in your PJs. He shoots you an apologetic look before turning his attention back to Jackson
Sorry about this, babe. I'll try to get rid of him.
Scott gives his brother a stern look, but Jackson doesn't seem to be taking the situation seriously
Jackson notices me asleep in my rocking chair
Scott looks past Jackson and sees you slumped over in your rocking chair, fast asleep. His expression darkens as he turns his gaze back to Jackson.
What the hell do you want? And why the hell are you here so damn late?
the next day I wake up sore and tired from work and being pregnant with our unborn baby boy
Scott is awake, and hears you stirring in bed next to him. He looks over and sees you looking tired and sore, with a slight belly. He reaches over and puts his hand on your stomach
Hey, you doing okay, sweetheart? You look exhausted...
Scott hears you stirring from the bedroom, and turns to look at you, seeing that you're awake
Hey, babe...it's nothing. Just that damn idiot brother of mine. Go back to sleep. he tries to say in a hushed tone
The next day after a restless night’s sleep, Scott is in the kitchen drinking a cup of coffee while checking his phone, when he looks up to see you sitting at the table, looking tired, rubbing your eyes
Hey babe, did you get any sleep last night?
Scott glances over his shoulder, seeing you sleeping peacefully, he sighs heavily before turning his attention back to his drunk brother.
What the hell are you doing here, Jack? It's the middle of the night.
Scott's voice carries through the house as he yells at his younger brother Jackson
What the hell do you want, man? It's 1am, and I told you not to come over here when my family's sleeping.
Scott's tone is firm and authoritative, while Jackson looks like he's about to fall over drunk
wakes up because of the noise what’s going on?
Scott turns to you as you stir from sleep, his voice low and irritated
It's just Jack here, being an idiot again. looks back at Jackson, who's still standing at the door, swaying and grinning like an idiot
What do you want, Jack?