Is he worth it?

Chapter 27 Please Let Me Explain.

PJs POV

Noah gets up from the couch and walks towards me.

"Stay away from me." I say through gritted teeth.

"PJ just lis-" Noah starts to talk, but I cut him off.

"NO! I will not listen to anything you have to say. Get out of my fucking house or I will call the cops." I could see Noah growing angrier by the minute.

"You aren't going to call the fucking cops!" He slightly yelled which made Ziva start to cry a little louder. I looked at her and then at him.

"Yes, I will. Now leave us alone!!" I was staring so intensely at him.

"Please let me explain." Noah said in a calmer tone once he realized Ziva was starting to get more agitated.

"Explain what Noah? How you were so fucking excited to be a Dad and then just left me? How I had to go through this whole pregnancy alone and the last half of it on bed rest because of the stress I went through at the beginning of my pregnancy. Or how about when you just showed up out of nowhere and took me to the hospital but didn't stay for YOUR own daughter's birth! As far as I am concerned your just the fucking sperm doner. Or all the times when I am up at 2 am feeding her alone. Or all the fucking times I can't sleep because I have nightmares! Where were you! I fucking needed you and you weren't there!!" I screamed tears flowing down my face. Noah was tearing up too and we stared at each other for a moment and then he embraced me into a hug. I hugged him back so tight breaking down. I missed his touch. The gentle way he caresses my head while hugging me. His familiar smell of laundry detergent. The way I felt so small in his big embrace. I missed him. I missed this.

"I am so so sorry Bubba. I really am." Noah muttered. As much as I wanted to believe him I couldn't. This is not the first time he's done this. How do I know this time he is for real and he won't leave me again? Or us again. 

I pulled out of the hug and stared at him and just sighed deeply and put my head down. Ziva was still crying, so I walked over to my room and flipped the switch. When the light came on my room was empty. My rocking chair was gone. All Ziva's baby stuff gone. Her changing table, diapers, and her crib. I started to slowly turn around towards my daughter's idiot father.

"Noah where the fuck is our stuff?" I glared at him angry.

"I moved it to where I'm staying while you were gone." I am beyond pissed right now. I am pretty sure my face is flushed red and there is steam coming out of my ears.

"We are NOT going with you." I huffed. I carried Ziva over to the couch and got her out of her carrier. As I was sitting, I started to lift my shirt. I wasn't wearing a bra, so I situated Ziva and started to breast feed her. She instantly stopped crying. I knew that she was hungry. I could see Noah staring at me out of the corner of my eye. He was about to come sit down until we heard a knock on the door. He walked over and opened the door and Tayla rushed in towards me. I was so confused, but relieved that she was here.

"Best friend!" I looked up at her and started to cry.

"It's going to be okay." Tayla said bringing my head closer to her.

Besides my sniffles the room was quiet. None of us were speaking. I'm not really sure why Tayla is here. She usually stays at her girlfriend's house after it gets this late.

"Why are you here?" I asked Tayla. While putting Ziva back in her carrier. She gave me this confused look and then turned her gaze to Noah.

"You didn't tell her?" Tayla asked Noah.

"She wouldn't let me." Noah said back with a hint of anger in his voice.

"You told her?" I glared at Noah. He knew what I was talking about when I asked him that question. No one else needs to be in danger because of his life choices.