Not Yours Truly

Chapter 1: Hugger

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I couldn't stop my leg from bouncing as I sat on the uncomfortable wooden bench outside the courtroom. Sitting opposite me in a similar bench was my ex who'd apparently made a habit of glaring at me. Her legs were crossed and she seemed to have the same problem as her foot moved in a circular motion while she crossed and uncrossed her arms.

"This is bullshit," she muttered under her breath.

My lawyer's advice rang through my mind and I bit my tongue. Don't let her rile you up, Logan. No matter what she says, be the bigger person.

Yeah, easier said than done.

It felt like forever we sat there, the ticking of the clock seeming to get exponentially louder the longer we sat in silence. I leaned forward, bracing my forearms on my knees and clasped my hands together. I just wanted it to be over.

"How long does it take?" Camila huffed, crossing her arms yet again, shaking her bangs out of her eyes. Platinum blonde was her color of the month, quite a contrast to the black she had last month. She couldn't commit to anything, not even a hair color.

What the fuck did I ever see in her?

"I can't believe you're putting us through this," she snapped.

I could feel her glare on me but I refused to acknowledge it. You're doing this for Rowan, Logan. Focus on Rowan.

"The silent treatment, real mature Logan," she scoffed. I knew her, I didn't even have to look at her to know she was rolling her eyes. "You're so selfish to put your son through this."

I clenched my jaw. Let it go. Let it go. Let it go...

"I hope it's worth the stress you're putting him through," she spat. "Dad of the year award, here."

Oh, fuck no.

"Are you seriously finding fault with me for wanting to see my son more?" I said, lifting my head for the sole purpose of glaring at her. "This isn't my fault. This is your fault. If you'd let us spend equal amounts of time together, we wouldn't be here."

"Don't blame me for the fact your past came to bite you in the ass," she countered. "If you didn't have an assault charge on your record, they would've given you equal time to start out. Now it doesn't make sense to. He's not used to spending so much time with you. He'll have to make an adjustment. He's just a kid for fuck's sake, Logan."

"You know the circumstances of that charge and you encouraged it, so don't you dare try and take the high road," I snapped. "And whose fault is it that he isn't used to seeing me more? You're the one that kept me at a distance and refused to let me see him more than the weekends. I always wanted to be a bigger part of his life. Always. We're only in this position because you wouldn't let him stay with me even when he said he wanted to. You're the reason we aren't a family anymore so get off your imaginary high horse. We're in this position because of you, not because of me."

That comment seemed to get to her. I might've felt guilty if she hadn't pissed me off so much. I wasn't surprised when she ignored the last comment.

"He's six, he doesn't know what he wants," she said, rolling her eyes. "All he knows is dad is the fun one," she mocked. "Dad doesn't have all the rules mom has. Then he comes home and I have to get him back on track because of you."

"Don't try to pull that bullshit on me," I said, narrowing my eyes. "I always kept your schedule so it would be easier on him. One weekend night I let him stay up because it was his birthday. One. Other than that, I've always kept to your schedule. And as far as rules," I scoffed, sitting back and crossing my arms. "It's not my fault you never let the kid be a kid."