𝗺𝗮𝗳𝗶𝗮 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆. | 𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗿

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟯 | 𝗺𝗮𝗳𝗶𝗮 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆.

angelina's pov:
who the fuck does he think he is showing us to my workplace like that. think he owns me or something. i ended up ordering postmates for larray and nailea since i don't feel like going back to the boutique for the rest of the day. i went through a starbucks drive through to get layna 2 pink cakepops and 1 tall pinkdrink with no strawberries.
— at layna's school —
i horn as i saw layna taking her own sweet time to the car. she jumped and dashed to the car, opening the door by herself. " mommy look! nathan gave me a rose today at recess! " she said while blushing. " wow, that's a beautiful rose darling- " i turned my head around to get a closer look. " oh and it got thorns, be careful with it okay sweetie? and here's snack for you. " " starbies! " it was quite for half of the ride until i decided to break the silence. " i got you a new american girl doll. " larray gifted me that doll knowing that him and layna has conversations about american girl dolls. i saw her face lit up in teh rear view mirror. " really? " she asked excitedly. " why would i lie to you my precious? it's in your room waiting for you. " she squealed excitedly in her seat.
— at home —
as i was about to make a turn into our block area, layna pointed out something. " mommy, who's that? " she asked curiously. " layna, stay in the car, okay? " " but i want to see my- " " layna, don't test me right now. " i warned her, slightly raising my voice. she then sunk back in her seat.
vinnie fucking hacker is seating on my fucker porch. how the hell did he manage to find my house. son of a bitch. i pulled up into my driveway and reminded layna to stay inside the car. " what do you want? " i said folding my arms. " told you it wasn't over. " he says standing up. " i need you to leave immediately. " " why? oo i see, looks like somebody has a fuck buddy coming over. " " you're the last person to talk about fuck buddies. " i glared at him. " then why don't you want to talk? " he asked, narrowing his eyes. " we can, okay. just not right now. " " you're hiding something. " " am not. " i defended myself, nervously bitting my lip. " you're lying, aren't you? " " accusations. " " please, don't make me think i forget. you always bit your lips when you lie. " he states and i looked up, shocked. god, i'm fucked.
" who's in car angelina? " he says making his way to my car. " my dog! " i reply nervously, walking up behind him. " bullshit, you're allergic and terrified of dogs. " he says rolling his eyes. i was taken aback for a moment. " you still remember that? " " of course, you are my women after all. " i just froze. he made his way onto my car before i could stop him. " vinnie, don't. " " who's child is that? " he questions. " who's the father? " he kept asking me more and more questions. " don't worry about it. " he just glared at me. " oh, so that's why you left, huh? " he yelled. " don't you dare raise your fucking voice at me! " " did you cheat? " i just kept quiet. " did you? " he keeps on pressuring me. " angelina, when i ask, you answ- " " NO! " " mommy? " layna knocked on the window. i opened the car door and hand the keys to her. " layna, go inside please. " she nodded and skipped to the front door. " vinnie, please, you have no more excuses to be here, please just leave. " " i will only leave when you tell me who is her father. " " you're not her father now plea- " " stop bullshiting angelica. " he yelled as tears stream down my face. " she's a dirty blonde with curly hair, angelina. it's clear that you have brown hair and i have blonde and curly hair. why wouldn't you want me in your life? " he said placing his hand on my chin, making my face face him. really vinnie? really?
" because you live a dangerous life hacker. i don't want me or my princess to get hurt. " i said and he growled. " i will never hurt you angel. just tell me the truth or i'll find out myself. why wouldn't want that to happen don't we darling? " " okay! okay! she's yours. " " mommy? " " hm? go back in sweetheart. " " i'm scared. " " i know sweetie, i know. just stay instead, okay? i'll be with you soon. " " mommy i don't want too. " i sigh and pick her up and place her on my hips. " who's that? " she whispered in my ears. " he's your father, darling. " " hi layna. " vinnie smiled. layna waved shyly at him. " do you want to show daddy your dance routine? " i asked and her face lit up. " oo yes! come on daddy! " " i would love too. " she forcefully get off my grip and grabbed vinnie's hand, bringing him into out living room.
— in the kitchen —
layna's dance recital music played over and over again giving me headache. i sigh and walked over to my cabinet and take out a bottle of Hennessy. hm, one glass will do it.
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