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Your eyes flicker between the two, your blood boiling. He stands next to the exhausted woman, staring lovely at the baby and her. Your heart ached, missing that very look he used to give you.
"Y/n, would you like to hold her?" He asked, looking over at you, holding the baby close to his chest.
You shake your head and inwardly scoff at the audacity, tongue in cheek you decline,"No, that's okay. She's your daughter after all."
The last part came out bitter. It wasn't your intentions but you were hurt, upset and betrayed. Needing some fresh air, you excused yourself from the room.
You walk out of the hospital doors and head to the other side of the hospital—the smoking area. You pull the box from your purse and smack the box against the palm of your hand. You promise you'd quit smoking, but truth was, you couldn't. It helped you cope with the stress that was piled on you every single day. You place the stick between your chapped lips, already dry feeling at ease.
"Aye, you got another cig?"
You nod your head and toss him the box and pull out a lighter, lighting it up.
"Thanks."
You take a long drag from the cigarette and blow the smoke out of your mouth, feeling the toxic chemicals calm your nerves. You knew it was bad for your health, but at this point you didn't care.
"What brings you here?" You ask, facing forward, your back pressed against the hard, rocky hospital wall.
"My girlfriend just gave birth."
You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, "Why aren't you in there with her?"
He chuckles and takes a long drag, "That baby ain't mine."
You chuckle and shake your head, "What a shame."
"I know. What brings you here?"
"Boyfriend is here cause his little side chick got pregnant."
"Really?"
You nod your head and sigh, throwing the cigarette down on the ground, smashing it with your foot, "Guess you can say we're both dumbasses, huh."
He chuckles and hums, "I guess so. Names Michael."
"Y/n."
It was quiet after that. Neither of you say another word to each other. Relishing in the peaceful silence.
"I guess I'll head in now. But here's my number. We should talk some more."
He takes one more drag and pulls a pen and paper out of his pocket, writes his number down and hands it to you. You take the paper and stuff it into your purse and bid him goodbye. You watch his slim figure walk around the corner, disappearing from your sight.
"Y/n!"
You ignore the voice already knowing who it belongs to.
"Hello, y/n!"
You look over and see your boyfriend, Jason running towards you with a worried expression on your face. Sighing, you run your tongue across your chapped lips, the harsh wind instantly drying them out. Tapping your foot in annoyance, you pull out another cigarette box, and place it in your mouth letting it hang between your lips. You grab your lighter and light it up.
"I thought you quit?"
He groans and pulls the cigarette from between your lips and throws it on the ground smashing it underneath his worn-out tennis shoes.
"Seriously!? That was the last one!"
"I don't care!" He argues, "Why didn't you come back in?"
You roll your eyes and fold your arms across your chest, "tch, don't act like you don't know."
You pop a stick of gum in your mouth and apply your Carmex.
"I don't,"He simply ignorantly states.
You stare at him blankly, "Now is not the time to act like you got amnesia."
He looks down and chuckles, "I'm sorry."
You chuckle and look at him as if he's grown two heads, "You're sorry? Are you sorry you got caught or are you sorry for cheating?"
"Sorry for getting caught."
There it was again. The pain in your chest, the same pain you felt when you first found out. But this time it was stronger.
"I honestly can't believe you."
Jason stays quiet and hangs his head low in shame.
"I know you love her."
His head jumps up and he looks at you in shock, "w-what? Where'd you get that from?!"
"Boy, if you put a baby in her then you must love her. Because you sure as hell don't love me. I've brought up starting a daily multiple times, but you always shoot me down," you state, your chest growing heavy,"And then you go out and get someone else pregnant? That's a fucking slap in the face, Jason."
Jason objects those accusations and tries to argue that he only loves you but you didn't want to hear his lies again.
"Y/n, I don't love her! I only love you!"
He grabs your arms and looks you in the eyes. Your eyes water making you look away, his touch sensing tiny sparks throughout your body.
"B-bullshit!" You snatch yourself out of his grip and back away, wrapping your arms protectively around your chest. Jason stood there with his mouth open, ready to talk, but nothing came out. He was defeated.
"I'm sorry."
Tears streamed down your face, "I knew you loved her."
"I'm sorry."
"Stop saying you're sorry! You're not fucking sorry!" You hiss, at the end of your wits.
Your hand goes across his cheek, a red handprint quickly forming against his tanned skin. Tears prickling his eyes.
