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|SEOKJIN|
22 weeks, 6 days

"I'm just here to get my daughter, Paris. Nobody came to argue with you or debate any of this bullshit. Just give me my baby."

I hold my hands out as I stand in the doorway of her house. It's my day to pick London up and I'll keep her for a few days before bringing her back.

"Your baby?" She questions. "I'm not giving you nothing. For what? So you can go play house with my fuckin child? No. I think the fuck not. Leave before I call the cops."

"What? You can't call the cops on me. We have an agreed upon schedule in text-."

"Okay and you're not gonna have my baby around bitches I don't trust. I don't know what the fuck y'all be doing with her. She was acting weird about being around London. I'm not gonna give my baby to you so you can take her over there."

"That's her aunt, Paris-."

"She ain't shit to my child."

Why the fuck do I even bother with her? Why? She's difficult on purpose and she knows that she is.

"You know what? Okay." I take a step back from the doorway.

London reaches for me and Paris holds her arms back. She starts crying immediately, screaming at the top of her lungs. The sound breaks my fucking heart. I fucking hate this shit.

"Da daaaa!" She reaches her tiny hands out and makes grabby motions.

"No, London. Stop." Paris scolds her.

She tries to wiggle her way out of her mother's arms and my eyes water.

"Just let me take her. She knows she's supposed to come with me. Jania isn't even talking to me anymore because you threatened to keep London from me. She doesn't want that. Nobody wants that. Just give me my baby."

London struggles against her mother as she becomes red faced and screaming.

"Da daaaa!" Her screams are shrilly and panicked, not wanting me to leave her.

"London, STOP!" Paris pops her hand. My daughter screams at the top of her lungs as her tears fall faster. She holds her tiny hand against her chest as the skin turns red.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" I shout at Paris.

"She not fuckin listening! That's her problem now. You let her do whatever the fuck she want. You fuckin spoiling her!"

Is this bitch...?

"She's a baby! And she's not spoiled. She's crying because she wants her father and you're acting like you can't just give her to me!

"Because I don't want that bitch around my baby!"

I scoff and put my hand in my hands. "Oh my god."

Did she not just hear me say that Jania stopped talking to me? Is she deaf? Is she ducking dumb? I'm so sick of this shit.

"Fine. We can just go to court about this. That's what you wanted anyway, right? Still haven't done that yet either. Not surprised."

"Yup. Go right ahead. I'm putting your ass right on child support too. How bout that? Since you want to act funny so fucking bad. You want to play stepdad so fucking bad, ruin your family that you already got, then go ahead and do that. But you gonna run me my money."

"I'm not giving you shit. I'm filing for full custody. I'm not gonna have to pay you a damn dime." I say as I walk to my car.

It's very difficult to do hearing my daughter still crying. Unfortunately, I have to go. If she calls the cops on me, which she will do, I'll be the one in trouble. I'll be 'trespassing'. And because she's the mother and there's no court order in place, they'll let her keep London.

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