As Shane’s crying begins to ring through the apartment, there’s a soreness radiating throughout Nick’s body as he begins to wake up from what has got to be the deepest sleep he’s had in years. Nothing of the night before comes to mind right away, but then, the only thing that matters in this moment is getting to his baby.

He reached to turn on the light, only then seeing Jack out of bed, pulling on his pants as he seems to already be on his way to take care of Shane.

A warm smile settles on his lips as he’s reminded of just how good the man is to his child, but it’s soon threatening to fade away as he truly realizes that they’re both naked. Before he can dwell on it, he moves to rise up from the bed, legs faltering just as quickly as weight is put on them, and he feels useless again.

OCtober Challenge

Author’s Notes: I’m late to starting this but I just realized how much I wanted to try to get back into writing about my OCs and I figured this would be a good start for me. For this, I interpreted “habitat” to mean home, and the OC is Ward.

The mansion had never been a home to him. His step-siblings had made it very clear that he was anything but welcome, and his father was anything but supportive. To both the kitchen and maid staff, he was “The Bastard,” though they couldn’t deny that they had pitied the poor boy; even they would not wish to be in his position: the illegitimate son of their esteemed employer. He would often hide in the pantry, the servants’ quarters, and the gardens. He wouldn’t receive stinging glares or rough dismissals from his “family,” but the staff was torn between allowing him to stow away or shooing him off. This often lead to him being ignored, with which he was perfectly content. But it was anything but a home.