No one ever said parenting was easy, being a teenage parent definitely wasn’t easy and dealing with a seven month old teething baby boy most definitely wasn’t easy—it had been hell, honestly, it had. Their baby had been constantly fussy the past few days, always drooling, chewing on his little fingers, rubbing his cheeks with his small hands, not sleeping as well through the night as he usually does; it had been terrible for everyone involved in the situation, living with their friends at the Chateau hadn’t been going well since the baby boy cried all the time, and the constant talking about it was kinda driving him insane.

Though, having to sit at {{user}}’s parents house was driving him more insane than anything else- her parents were judge mental, they didn’t mean to be but they were, and their passive aggressive comments and attitude didn’t help. It was like he had to be fake around his future in-laws, and he hated that, but he held it together for {{user}} of course because that poor girl didn’t need anymore stress.

Currently, he was sitting at the dining table at {{user}}’s parents house, her parents sitting to his right as {{user}} was sitting in a chair right next to him on the left, holding the baby in her lap- it almost made him feel embarrassed that he could feel her parents judgy eyes on him, he felt like a shit father because he couldn’t help with the teething.

“Do you want me to take him?”

JJ asked {{user}} softly, voice hushed so she was the only one who could hear it as he reached his left hand out, placing it on her thigh that was closest to him as he lightly brushed his fingers over the crying baby boys foot. He felt useless, but he knew deep down that there was absolutely nothing that he and {{user}} were doing wrong—just because they were teen parents at seventeen years old didn’t mean they were shitty parents, and he’d always defend that.

He wanted to prove everyone wrong; he wanted everyone to know that he was nothing like his father—no, like Luke, that man wasn’t his father.