Secrets (n.g)

three years

It's been 3 years since my son, Mack Hamilton Grier was born. Almost 4 years since I saw my ex and the father, Nash Grier. 3 years since I moved back to Omaha and everything's change. He had his whole career in front of him. I couldn't stop him. Nash and Jack are living in California with Jack Johnson and Cameron Dallas. So now I'm 20 years old raising my little Mack basically all on my one. Jack's other friend Sammy Wilkinson still lives in Omaha and will come over other day to take Mack out so I can get some alone time. Mack calls him Uncle Sammy because they have gotten really close. Part of me wishes I had told Nash about the little guy, but I was scared, scared he was going to leave me. Jack has promised me he would never tell Nash unless I asked him to so I thank God for that. Being almost 22, Jack has always been protective and he always asks me to just tell Nash. He said Nash misses me. But none the less this is my life, my child and even though I miss him so much, I know it was for the best.

Sam was coming this morning so I got up and started getting the little man ready. "Mack Hamilton Grier if you don't get up the tickle monster is coming" I yell from my room, putting up my hair. As if on cue Sam walks through the door and runs up to Mack's room. All I hear is giggles from him and I sigh in relief. "Morning Samuel." He comes in holding Mack and kisses my cheek. "Morning Samantha." I just rolled my eyes cause he knows how much I hate that name. He's such a flirt but he's been there through everything. I can't help but think Mack might actually start calling Sam daddy cause he is here so much. "Hey Sam, I'm gonna run by Jack and I's old place and get a few things after I run some errands. Can you meet me there, I was thinking of making some dinner there for us?" I always feel the need to repay him for all he does and my old house has a lot of memories. I mean Jack and I still own it so I try to keep it clean when he's gone and everything. "Sure Sami sounds good."
I smiled, grabbed my keys and kissed Mack on the forehead.
"By baby, have a good day with Uncle Sam." Then I headed to the supermarket. My phone was going off like crazy but it was just Jack and he always calls me on Sundays so I just ignored it.
**skipping to dinner time**
I just got to my old house and there was Sam's car in the driveway and another one. Well this ought to be interesting. I got the bags out of my trunk and made my way to the front door. Before I could knock someone answered. Someone I didn't want to see.