Seconds Chances *Completed*

T h r e e

Mike's POV

I pace around the living room, my cellphone connected to my ear. Since Alysha had a photo shoot to go to, I've been trying to call Tony. This is the 6th call, and he still hasn't answered. Just as I'm about to give up on the 5th ring, I hear his voice greet me.

"Hello, Tony Perry speaking, how may I help you?" He says so professionally, you would've thought you called an expensive law firm.

"Hey Tony, it's Mike." I say, a long and dramatic sigh coming afterwards.

"What do you want? I'm trying to make lunch for Kaylah and I." Tony questions tiredly, a slight annoyance sticking to his tone.

"I wanted to talk." I answer, sitting down on my couch.

"About what? How pregnancy is an outcome of sex?" Tony snares sarcastically. "Oh shut up Kaylah, you know it's true." A laugh comes out of his mouth, the sweet sound reminding me of our relationship.

"Can I come to your house or something because, I don't feel like we should talk about this over a phone call, and should be done in person." I explain, already getting up to put my shoes on.

"Hold on." Tony mumbles, both of us staying quiet. "Yeah. Sure, I guess." He says after a few minutes.

"Alright, you can just text me the address." I say, grabbing my keys.

"Fine." Tony replies, ending the call quickly.

I put my phone in my back pocket, getting into my black Range Rover. I wait patiently for the text, it soon coming in. I put the address into the gps, start the car, driving to Tony's house.
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I park in front of a light blue house, a homey look to it. There's a garden, filled with roses, tulips, lilies, petunias, and other flowers, that I can't name. There's a bench swing on the front porch, swinging slightly, due to the sudden wind that flew by. A forest green Jeep Grand Cherokee stands in the driveway, shining in the afternoon's sun light.

I walk up the few stairs to the house, knocking twice. I hear a shout, before a pair of footsteps come to the door. The door opens, revealing someone I never thought still lived in San Diego.

"Mike?" His voice holds excitement and shock.

"Holy shit, Jaime I haven't seen you in years." We hug each other for a moment or so, pulling away from each other. "Dude, how've you been?"

"I'm doing great actually. Got started on the tattoo shop that I said would happen, if the band didn't work out. Jessica and I got married and have a little one, named Jaime Jr." Jaime explains, letting me in. "How've you been though? I haven't talked to you or Vic in years."

"Vic is doing good, he actually went back to college, after the band broke up, and is now a children's doctor. He also got married and is expecting a child with his wife, Danielle. I'm taking it easy, and actually doing tattoos as well." I explain, following Jaime into the living room, but stopping in the hallway, while he continues.

I take a look around, pictures of Tony and a little girl, probably Kaylah, are basically everywhere. One of them catch my eye: it's a picture of Tony holding a baby close to his chest, his face is sweaty, a lazy smile set on to his face, looking down at the child. He lays on a hospital bed, Jaime next to him, Britney on the other side. It looks like it was taking when he was 17. It looked like he was in a lot of pain, due to the blood stains clearly on the sheets in the picture.

"Uncle Jaime, come on. Finish the game, and stop being a sore loser." I turn around to see Jaime gone, Kaylah walking into the hallway, where I am.

"Why the hell are you here?" Kaylah groans, placing her hands on her hips.

"Kaylah, stop. Now." I hear Tony's voice scold, before I'm able to tell her off. "Come in the kitchen." Tony says to me.

Tony then walks away, Kaylah going back to where she came from, me going the direction Tony went. I see him placing food on 3 plates, Jaime nowhere to be found.

"I put the corn on top of the rice, just the way you like." Tony places one of the plates on one of the ends of the table.

He places another at the other end, the last one going to in between the two. He pulls one of the chairs, signaling for me to sit. I hesitantly sit in the chair, Tony pushing it in for me.

"Baby, lunch is done!" Tony shouts, the repetitive sound of guns and shouting halts.

"Coming mom!" Kaylah shouts, her footsteps coming towards the kitchen.

"Mom?" I mumble to myself, Tony somehow hearing me.

"That's what she always calls me, since I told her that her dad was a complete dick." Tony says carelessly, but the sudden wave of angry sadness floods his eyes.

Kaylah sits in the middle chair, Tony siting at the other end. We pray over the food before beginning to eat, a tension glued into the room.

"So Kaylah, remember when I said your father and I separated because, of some problems back in high school?" I give Tony a questioning look, but he pays me no mind, looking towards Kaylah.

"Yeah." Kaylah nods, chewing on her chicken.

"Well, meet your father, Mike." Tony nods towards me.

Kaylah drops the fork on to her plate, looking between Tony and I. She gives me one of the most disgusted looks in the entire universe, stands up, takes her plate and leaves the kitchen. The sound of feet stomping on stairs becomes noticeable, the slamming of a door appearing next. Well, shit.

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The picture is Britney, Kaylah's god mother, also known as the talented Tay Jardine.