Army Tanks - Lashton

''This is no girl scout camp, Private.''

''Sir, No, sir.''

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Luke is the scrawny new guy in the army, where no one think he belongs.

Ashton is the sir in Luke's tent, and not going easy on any of the boys.

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This story is partly inspired by 'The Load' by ali (dancinginthestreet) and partly by PE in my school. This story is also on Wattpad.

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25. ''I'm pregnant''

''Elliot. Look at me. Over here.'' I said, as Elliot was currently running around in the pretty much empty apartment.

''Elliot. What is it you have in your face.'' I groaned, as I chased after him again.

He let out a weird noise, and ran to the kitchen, where he hid in one of the open cabinets.

I took a deep breath, before leaning down, and grabbing my 11 month old son.

I grabbed a cloth, and wiped away the drool.

''There we go.'' I said, and kissed the top of his head, filled with blond hair, that already curled slightly.

I took a deep breath, as I heard a knock at the front door.

''Come on boo. Let's see who's at the door.'' I whispered, before walking out and opening the door, revealing Michael and Calum.

I smiled at the pair, letting them inside.

They were helping me with the rest of the boxes, that I would fit in my car.

''Hey little fella.'' Michael said, before he took my son from my arms, inviting himself inside.

I laughed shortly, letting Calum inside, before closing the door again.

''I'm not completely done packing, since Elliot decided to drool everywhere.'' I said, as I began putting the few things left, in boxes.

''God you're looking so much like Ashton.'' Michael suddenly said.

I looked down at the mention of the other dad's name.

Half a year ago, I would've probably broken down by just the thought of him.

But I'm over him.

He might've broken me back then, but I'm not broken anymore.

I closed the last box, before Calum and I began getting the boxes into my car.

''Why aren't you helping Michael...? and dont use Elliot as an excuse.'' I said, looking at his blue hair, that was begining to grow out, to his natural blond color.

''Well uhm... About that... Calum, there you are. It's time to tell him.'' Michael said, making me even more confused than before.

''Please don't tell me you're sick.'' I said, knowing I couldn't bear losing someone else.

''No! No, it's not that.'' Calum said, kissing Michael's cheek.

''I'm pregnant.'' Michael blurted, taking me by surprise.

''Oh my god! I'm so happy for you!'' I said, as I walked over and hugged the three (four?) of them.

''Well. If you have your own baby, then please give me mine back.'' I pouted, as I reached out towards Elliot.

Elliot did the same towards me, making Michael scoff.

''Betrayer.'' He whispered, as he handed Elliot over to me.

''Dada.'' Elliot suddenly said, making all of us looking at him with wide eyes.

''Did he just...?'' I asked, completely surprised.

''Dada!'' Elliot yelled, laying his head on my shoulder.

A wide smile spread across my face.

''I love you bub.'' I whispered, and kissed the top of his head.
 

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''Welcome home...'' I whispered to myself and Elliot, as I walked into our new home.

This time it wasn't an apartment, but an actual house.

But I could afford it.

I'm becoming CEO of my step dad's company, when he retires.

By then I would hopefully have a babysitter for Elliot.

I took a deep breath, as I walked up to Elliot's room, that I already had furnished, so it would be ready for when we moved in.

I walked over and laid him in his bed, kissing his forehead, before turning off the light, turning on the baby alarm, closing the door, and walking back downstairs again.

I began unpacking the stuff for the kitchen, considering it was still early in the afternoon.

After about five hours, I heard noises come from the baby alarm, signalling that Elliot was awake.

I walked upstairs, and lifted him from his bed, already noticing that he needed a diaper change.

I took a deep breath, before going to the bathroom, and laying him on the table.

I changed his diaper, and gave him on a new pair of pants, before washing my hands, and bringing him downstairs with me.

I walked to the kitchen, where I made a bottle to him.

I sat down at the table, and fed him, as he kept squirming in my arms.

I smiled a rubbed his cheek, kissing his forehead.

A year ago I was scared to death about being a single father.

But today, I'm actually okay with it.

Mostly because Elliot isn't one of those kids, that are a pain in the ass.

James and I had talked about getting kids earlier, but I was just always scared about it.

But now that I have Elliot, I actually kinda wanted more.

But one, I don't have anyone to get a child with, and I would like to actually know the father of my baby. And two. It's a little early to get another kid. Elliot isn't even a year old yet.
 

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''Happy birthday baby.'' I whispered, as I lifted Elliot up from his bed at 5 in the morning.

He let out a happy squeal, as he almost fell out of my arms.

''Easy there bub.'' I said, holding him a little tighter.

He let out a laugh, as I brought him downstairs and to the kitchen.

I kissed the top of his face, as I made some chocolate milk for him, and put it in a sippy cup.

I'm not one of those parents who are scared of giving my kid sugar.

He doesn't get hyper either, but either way, I would love him.

He is my son after all.

I smiled at him, running a hand through his curls.

''I love you...'' I whispered, kissing the top of his head.

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