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Meline: i hope the ones who are out for revenge have stumbled upon your phone number though. :(

Meline: if it makes you uncomfortable, i can immediately delete your phone number again. just wanted to check in, you know!

Meline: awwww! what does the cat look like?

Jason: I think I can handle whoever comes my way haha.

Jason: Not at all! You seem fairly harmless, a real good samaritan.

Jason: It was adorable, it looked like its face had been squished in. Definitely the kind of random texts I like to see.

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Meline: well, it surprises me most definitely!

Meline: i'm sorry to hear that, people express their anger in awful ways sometimes and i hope they haven't done this at other places.

Meline: you're very welcome, you kind human being!

Meline: i hope no one has sent you anything negative ever since they've put your number up for anyone to see.

Jason: I can think of a few gals who might want a little vengeance haha.

Jason: Here's to hoping. I'd hate for my number to get out into the world too much.

Jason: So far nothing too wild, I got a random text with a picture of a cat, but I wasn't complaining.

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“You good?” Jason asked the man as he sat down across from him, coffee in hand. “Looks like you could use another eight hours,” he laughed, trying to remember the last time he got eight hours of sleep in a night. Certainly not in the last four months as a new dad. 

Bel Café, Elijah often himself frequenting this local cafe. He had made various friends from different circles and all people who frequent coffee shops to relax, enjoy a drink or a bit with some small conversation. Maybe it was the delicious food, the rich coffee or the atmosphere that brought people here but it was always packed. People always rushing in and out of the building to go on their way back into the world.

The night before had been a rough one. A screaming three-year-old with a fever and a sore stomach had filled the early mornings. On top of that he had a deadline to edit a novel for today. He found himself collapsed in an armchair at a local cafe that morning. His eyes flickered as someone tried to get his attention. ���Yeah… i’m awake… I am,” He groaned and flashed his eyelashes.

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Meline: hey, you don't know me but um..

Meline: someone wrote your number on a mirror in a public restroom saying 'call for a good time' and i just want to let you know i wiped it off.

Meline: hope you're having a good day though!

Jason: Why does that not surprise me?

Jason: I guess I must have really pissed someone off, eh?

Jason: Thanks for that. I'm all about a good time but I like to keep my number out of the public bathrooms.

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louisecordell:

          Despite the ease with which he had passed his daughter to a complete stranger (not that Lou looked any sort of distrusting, especially after she had been regarding the infant with adoration), Jason looked comfortable holding little Pippa in one arm and his morning java in his other hand. “They tend to do that,” Lou joked. Before she could stop herself, she reached out to gently touch the back of the baby’s onesie, and then immediately withdrew her hand, shooting Jason an apologetic look. One of these days she’d have to admit to herself that she was becoming increasingly clucky.

         “I’m Lou,” she said, waiting for his hand to be free to shake it. “Nice to meet you. People tend to keep to themselves when getting coffee; it’s nice to actually have a conversation.” Her eyes travelled over his face as an eerie feeling of familiarity crept up on her. She felt as though she already knew him somehow, his face and name ringing in the back of her mind. “This might sound odd, but… do I know you from somewhere? I don’t know, maybe you have one of those faces. I just feel like I’ve seen you before.” 

“I definitely wasn’t expecting it to happen so quickly,” Jason admitted with a chuckle as he bounced Pippa in his arm. He didn’t mind when the woman reached out to touch Pippa, in fact he couldn’t help but smile to himself at how kind she was.  Nodding, he took a sip of his coffee and agreed. “I’m a small town guy so I’ll never get used to that,” Jason told her with a smile. He could almost pin point the moment she began to recognize him. It tended to happen this way, he’d talk to people and eventually they’d slowly start to realize who he was if they didn’t catch on immediately. “Not at all,” he assured her. “I get that a lot. I play for the Canucks.” Jason told her with a shy smile, not mentioning that he’d done a number of sponsorship campaigns. 

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julietweston:

  When the foreign man returned with his rushing demeanor Juliet lightly bounced the baby cradled in her care. “Do you need any help–?” The french-canadian offered further. Juliet couldn’t help but feel for the man who seemed to be running behind his breath. Had he been taking care of the child all on his own? It wasn’t any of her business, and she wouldn’t budge, but it was natural curiosity. “It’s truly no problem.” the blond assured. “Sometimes we just need a helping hand, oui?” The offer was in the air above Juliet’s head awaiting an answer. Her schedule was mostly self driven, and all she had planned to do was spend the day running over the layout for her studio. There wasn’t much time filled. “You owe me anything, but of course. –I uhm..–I can carry her if you’d like?” She offered further knowing his hockey bag was a good size luggage. 

Jason was relieved when Pippa stayed calm in the arms of the woman neither of them knew. “Honestly, that would be amazing,” he admitted with a weak smile. He hated to admit he needed help, but without the nanny he was in way over his head, case and point was thinking he could take his infant daughter to the practice rink. “I was just about to get some water to heat up her bottle before she goes nuts,” he told the woman, gesturing to the coffee shop. “I’m Jason by the way, and that is Pippa,” he told her awkwardly. 

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tobiasmnhaas:

A look of confusion painted the young man’s features as he was handed the child, brows pushing together as he attempted to hold the bundle while also supporting himself with the walking stick. Bright eyes watched the stranger, lips pulling to one side of his mouth.

“So, uh… What are looking for in there?”

Jason hadn’t noticed the man had a walking stick. Had he, he wouldn’t have been so quick to thrust his daughter upon him. Searching through his bag, Jason looked up at the man’s words.  “I can’t find her bottle. I swear I put it in here,” he groaned, realizing he must have left it on the counter. 

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elliottstevens:

Elliott has never gone from bored to absolutely panicked this fast in his entire life the moment the baby was put in his arms.” …Okay, dude, I’m actually really terrified for your baby right now.” 

“She doesn’t bite, man. I promise.” Jason laughed as he turned to the group of fans who were asking for pictures. As much as he was used to taking pictures and signing autographs, he wasn’t used to being approached with Pippa. In fact one of the few things he missed about living in L.A was how easily he could go unnoticed. After satisfying the women with selfies, Jason said his goodbyes and turned back to the man holding Pippa. “Now that wasn’t so bad was it?” he laughed. 

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brendenwyatt:

“I think I’m going to take a week or two off and go somewhere warm.” He said with a slight shrug as he stood up. “No problem man, I’ll be at the bar when you’re done.” He added before leaving.

Jason nodded as the man left then set his attention to getting ahold of the nanny. After ensuring his daughter was okay, he returned to the party, greeting people as he made his way to the bar. Spotting Brenden at the bar, he weaved through groups of people until he was beside him. Clapping the man on the back, Jason grinned. “How ‘bout that drink?” he asked cheerfully. “Any ideas where you’re going to head for some sunshine?” he asked while they waited for the bartender. 

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louisecordell:

          Try as she might, Lou wasn’t quite ready to relinquish the child, even as the barista called out her name and set her latte on the counter. She savoured the last brief moments of having the infant’s weight against her chest as she carefully cradled Pippa. The child’s father had already finished up his work on his cup of coffee, topping it off with a lid, and Lou’s heart broke a little bit when he held his arms out to take her back. She stepped closer to hand the baby off, offering her a smile as they parted. “You’ve got your hands full,” she said, snatching the cup scrawled with her name from the pick-up counter. “Literally. How old is she?”

“You could say that,” Jason laughed looking down at the baby in one arm and coffee cup in his other hand. It felt like he’d been juggling things for the last four months without a break. “She’s nearly four months now,” he smiled at Pippa then back up at the woman. He could hardly believe he’d been a father for that long already. “Growing everyday,”Jason added, cringing at how cliche he sounded. Before Pippa he had game, he would have known exactly what to say to the beautiful woman in front of him, but now everything sounded off and felt cheesy. “I’m Jason, by the way,” he set his coffee down and held out his hand.

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missceleste:

“Are you fucking kidding me.” The redhead mumbles beneath her breath as she watches the man leave her in the middle of the store with this child. Still keeping the child at arm’s length, it began to scrunch it’s face, letting out small fits as if it was about to cry. “Don’t you dare. You’re the reason I take birth control. I didn’t sign up for this. Don’t you dare.” Celeste warned to the child that had to only be a few months old. She sat the child on the counter, keeping her hands on it’s side to support it from falling over. It was then in that moment that the convator belt began to move and Celeste mumbled another word of profanity beneath her breath. At this point the cashier was eyeing Celeste and the baby, no doubt wondering how a woman could be this terrible with a child. “It’s not mine.” Her voice was very clearly peeved. She took two side steps, still supporting the child as the convator belt moved the baby to the cashier. When she saw the man coming back she turned her head towards him. “Please take it back.” She picks her up from the surface and hands him the child back. “Do you always just drop off your children?”

He couldn’t help but chuckle a little at just how uncomfortable the woman was. “Alright, alright,” he laughed, taking Pippa in his arms as he tried to pull out his credit card. “I don’t actually,” Jason told the woman. “Like I said, I forgot her carrier thing. And she’s usually with the nanny. We don’t go out much.” He admitted, hoping she’d take some pity on him and dismiss his social faux pas. 

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louisecordell:

          To Lou, there was no better way to spend her time waiting for the barista to make her drink than to be holding such a joyful baby girl. The infant was wide-eyed and curious, staring up at Lou as she held her close, wanting to keep her close and safe. She’d had enough practice with the children of friends and family members to know how to handle one, and she didn’t think twice before she began to sway lightly, rocking the little girl back and forth to keep her contented while her guardian fixed his coffee. “Hi, Pippa,” Lou cooed at the stranger’s child ⏤ or perhaps she was his niece or ward. She had to know better than to assume. “She’s a sweetie. Is she your little one?”

He was relieved that the woman didn’t seem too put out by Pippa’s presence. He didn’t make a habit of handing her off to people, but he was always a little nervous when he took her out in the world, probably because he hadn’t had much practice. “Thanks,” Jason smiled, taking a sip of his coffee before holding out his arms to take her back. “She sure is,” he nodded then looked at the baby adoringly. “It’s just me and Pips.” 

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louisecordell:

          One minute, Louise was admiring the toothless little smile of the infant, snug in the arms of the man next to her. The next, he was handing over the child as he asked Lou if she could. “Oh, um⏤” Without even a moment’s hesitation, the surgeon took the baby, positioning her carefully in her arms, intent on keeping her safe, her neck properly supported as Lou cradled her. “Hello there, sweetheart,” she murmured gently to the bright-eyed little wonder wrapped up in her arms. Looking up, she asked the stranger: “What’s her name?”

Jason had noticed the woman admiring Pippa, and figured she was a safe bet to hold the tiny girl. He loved when people admired his daughter in public, especially when he found those people attractive. “Thanks,” he grinned as he poured milk into his much needed coffee, followed by sugar. Had he gone to Tim Horton’s like he’d planned that morning he wouldn’t have to dress his own coffee, but they’d been running late as per usual, and this was much closer to their destination. “Philippa... but we call her Pippa,” he told the woman with a smile as he placed the lid on his cup. 

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ssfrancismayfield:

The idea of becoming a father had always been in the back of his head, but it became clear over the years that there was no chance of that happening anytime soon for him, if ever. Now it was not that he had anything against children, for he didn’t, but it was… it was as if the universe had a different plan for him, one he was not allowed to look at in any way. No foresight into how he was to live out his days.

As the other dug through the diaper bag (currently sans diapers), the Englishman looked down at the young child, a deep sigh sucking from the man’s lungs as bright eyes observed the bundle’s supple features. It couldn’t be more than a few months old, and it reminded him of the days he was able to hold his younger brother in such a manner.

“A real smart ass,” Francis replied to the stranger’s claim, raising a brow that seemed to fall just as quickly as it rose. A forced, faux smile cracked across thin lips.

Being a father was not something Jason had prepared for. That was evident not only by his literal lack of preperation for their day out, but his willingness to trust anyone with his child. But he loved his daughter and even though her arrival had been unexpected and his status as a single father more than a shock, he was grateful to have her.  Pippa stared up at the man without making a sound, and Jason had to let out a sigh of relief when he reached out for her and she continued to stay silent. The last thing he needed was her to start screaming again, let alone on the street corner.  “I guess,” Jason shrugged, giving a weak and tired smile. “Thanks, man, I appreciate it. This is all... very new to me.” 

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brendenwyatt:

“I am a little bit but also everything’s caught up with me and I would love to sleep but I keep thinking that wanting to get away makes me selfish.” He admitted. “You can go ahead and call, I think it’s time I make my way back out there anyway. When you come back though let me get you a drink.” He offered.

“Don’t feel selfish,” Jason assured him. “I slept for like three days after our cup win. Partied for two then slept for three,” he chuckled. Nodding, Jason pulled out his phone. “Thanks man, I’ll see you in a few,” he whispered as the phone rang against his ear.