bed-time-story

blazey24  asked:

I want daddy TJ Hammond :)

Here’s the drabble, sorry its so short


T.J. was almost shocked when the adoption agency approved his paper work. Like really who would allow a gay, ex-addict, single man adopt a child? But none the less TJ was the happiest he could be when he brought 2 year old Gabriela.

TJ spent all of his time with Gabi or working. His family noticed the change Gabi brought into his life. One of the major points was TJ no longer slept around or drank when he went out. His mother especially enjoyed watching her son chase his little girl around. 

TJ’s father moment was when Gabi finally called him ‘daddy’, six months after bringing her home. He had just finished reading her a bed time story when she had said it.
“Get some sleep now sweetie,” he spoke as he tucked her in and kissed her head, “good night baby girl.”

“Night daddy.” TJ stopped in his tracks and looked at the little girl who wrapped him around her finger in such a short time.

He smiled at her before closing the door and walking to his room, feeling the happiest he has in a long time. 

Originally posted by metal-armed-jesus

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.