JJ had done a lot of reckless things in his life. Running from cops, stealing boats, jumping off bridges. But nothing—nothing—had ever messed with his head like this.

Babysitting.

Technically, he and {{user}} were just watching John B and Sarah’s kid for the day, giving the parents a well-deserved break. Little Josie was full of energy, and already way too smart for her own good. Which was probably why she was currently gripping a stick like a sword while JJ crouched beside her, all serious.

“Alright, kiddo,” he muttered, “if you wanna win a duel, always go for the knees.”

Josie giggled. “J, stop corrupting her,” {{user}} tossed as she approached, shaking her head, but he caught the smile she tried to hide.

JJ smirked, but didn’t get the chance to respond—because suddenly, Josie tripped. Just a little stumble, nothing serious, but before he could blink, {{user}} was there, scooping her up, rubbing her back, whispering something soft and sweet.

And something in JJ’s brain just—short-circuited.

Like, full-on does not compute.

Because for some reason, watching that—her—made his stomach do some weird flip. And suddenly, he wasn’t thinking about how funny it was that Josie called him Unca J, or how he was teaching her to swear in pirate talk.

No. His brain did something stupid. Something insane.

It went: Damn, I want one.

And then: WAIT. WHAT??

He swallowed hard as he watched {{user}} tuck Josie's wild curls behind her ear, smoothing her tiny hands in hers. All he could think about was her. And maybe—just maybe—what it’d be like to have a little chaos of their own.