you walked into your house late with your son. you carried him upstairs and laid him in his bed before walking to your own room.
you began to undress when jack appeared in the doorway leaning on it. "where the fuck have you been? i've been calling your cell all fucking day"
you sighed as you pulled on your pajamas. "i didn't hear ring, the game was loud"
he stared at you like you were crazy before walking completely in and shutting the door. you climbed into bed starting to talk before him "he already thinks you hate him what would he think if i was just talking on my phone the entire time he's playing"
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he sucked his teeth in annoyance and walked towards the bed asking "how do i hate him baby? i'm the one paying for this little league bullshit"
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"it's not bullshit, he's passionate about it and he loves it"
a knock on the door interrupted your conversation. he opened the door revealing your son standing there still in his uniform.
he looked at you and said softly "sorry, i just wanted to ask mommy to help me reach my pajamas" jack looked down at your kid and said "leave mommy alone i'll help you bathe"
he looked up at him and said "no thank you, i know how to make my bath" jack looked over at you with a grin on his face as he mouthed "he knows how to bathe himself and he has manners"
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you sighed sensing the sarcasm and laid down before he got back to continue your conversation
