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Who: Chandler Alenko, Jake Keaton, and introducing Spencer Keaton 
When: Four fucking am on Tuesday, March 29, 2016 
Where: The Alenko Keaton home. 
What: Chandler gets woken up by knocking because baby.
“Alright, arsehole. I’m coming,” he says with a yawn. “Who the fuck do you think you are? Waking me up in the middle of the night-” There’s no one there on the other side of the door. Jazz takes a step forward as he looks down the hall and hits his foot on something hard and plastic. His gaze falls to the ground only briefly as the sound of the stairwell door closing draws his attention. Chandler jumps over the car carrier holding the sleeping baby as he rushes to the stairs. “Hey!” he shouts as he shoves the door open. “Hey wait!” But the stairwell is seemingly empty, he even goes down a floor to see if he could find whomever it was that thought it was funny to drop a baby off at his flat. But there was no one.
Jazz goes back to his flat, door still wide open, baby blocking his entrance. He’s not sure what to do, but realizes he probably looks crazy, in nothing but slightly too big pants hanging low on his hips staring at a sleeping baby at four-something in the morning. So, he picks up the blue paisley bag and the carseat and takes both into the apartment. Shutting the door with his foot, he brings the car seat to the table and sets it and the bag on top.
There’s a Manila envelope in the front pocket of the diaper bag with Jake’s name scrawled over-elegantly in thick black sharpie. Inside, there’s three sheets of paper; a letter addressed to Jake, the birth certificate from the hospital, and the one from the state of New York, as well as his social security card. He looks at it all long enough to discover the baby’s name is Spencer, his mother’s name is Sarah, and at first glance Jake’s the baby daddy. The letter is crass and bitchy and at one point Chandler’s referred to as Jake’s “new toy”. Which makes him bristle. Mostly this Sarah chick just chews Jake out for knocking her up and repeatedly says he should have to deal with the consequences of his stupidity and try his hand as a single parent because “your new toy is bound to leave when he finds out.”
Sometime during the reading, Spencer gets fussy. Chandler doesn’t bother to look up as he rocks the seat, shushing under his breath. Spencer hushes. Years of being a foster kid, and helping with the younger kids in both boys’ and foster homes, making themselves known again. He doesn’t think he’s ever had to take care of someone as young as four-month-old Soencer. By the time he’s read the note three or four times, it’s no longer an un godly hour and Jazz has to get up in a half hour anyway. His temper get the best of him and, instead of being the nice fiancé who understands Jake had no idea he appears to have a kid, he’s an ass who goes to wake him up by pulling the blanket off his naked lover. “Jake get your ass up. We need to talk.”
