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wadcock ([info]wadcock) wrote in [info]valesco,
@ 2009-07-18 23:44:00


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Savannah! (whenever <3)
Seth rubbed his eye as he made his way to the door, wondering who in the bloody hell could be so adamant about having his attention right then and there. At one in the fucking morning. He managed to get out of bed without disturbing Savannah. This has happened before, one of his friends got smashed and decided that his house was the closest for crashing at, or they were there to try and convince him to come out and party. But it was a tuesday and he had practice in the morning.

"This had better be good, I'm too fucking tired to deal with drunks to---" Seth said as he opened the door only to be cut off by the sight in front of him. His brow furrowed at the fact that the crying girl standing in front of him was definitely not one of his drunk friends. In fact, he didn't even know who she was, although she did look slightly familiar. "Umm, can I help you?"

The girl let out a sob before she spoke. "I swore I wasn't going to do this. I mean I never wanted to burden you. I wanted to take care of her myself but I just can't. You have money and a wife to help you. And Leanne would just be so much better off with you."

She fiddled with a think envelope while Seth just stared at her like she had two heads. Of course he would get the bloody crazies on his doorstep. "What are you going on about?"

"Here." she shoved the envelope into his hands. "It explains everything. All the proof and everything you need to know is in there. Long story short, we hooked up at one of your after parties, back when you were still on United. Nine months later, I had little Leanne and---and I just can't take care of her anymore, she's better off with you."

By the time that Seth finally comprehended what she was saying, the girl was muttering 'I've got to go' and with a loud pop he was left standing there staring at a small bassinet that was behind where the girl was just standing. And then the crying started. A loud wailing crying that babies were known for.

Seth Wadcock at that exact moment in time was completely and utterly fucked. And not in a good way.


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[info]wadcock
2009-07-23 11:36 pm UTC (link)
Seth grabbed the bassinet and kicked the door closed behind him. He flipped through the papers. Well at least that girl made sure he was well informed. "Uhh well the letter says we hooked up at some United party in 78. Ohh There was that one party, huge, right after the preseason ended. Don't remember much of that night, except for the drinking." Seth rubbed his forehead as he went through the other papers. Everything was lining up too well.

"And this is her birth certificate... Leanne Rachel. My last name of course. Apparently she was sure that she was mine. May 14th '79." And then Seth came across a paper from Mungo's that stated that Leanne was in fact his and if he wanted to argue that statement he was more than welcome to come in and they'd run more tests. Lovely.

"Sav, everything here says she's my kid. I mean, shit, if she is I have to take responsibility for her." Seth looked up at his wife, who was holding his kid, which wasn't hers. How fucked up was that. "Sav, baby, all this, it all happened before I even met you."

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