Little Lawley.

Chapter 3

I was finally off work and was going to pick up Peyton, I missed my baby. I pulled up and there was music blasting, wtf kian.... I walked up and just walked in since nobody would hear me knock anyways. I seen Pey playing in paint, & Kian and his friends playing twister. *Seriously my baby can die if she licks her fingers, its paint* I run over and grab her. I turned off the music.

"WHAT THE HELL KIAN!" I screamed, which got his attention.

"What is wrong, we were just having fun."

"My baby has paint all over her!"

"It just acrylic paint its not going to kill her."

"Yeah but it will make her sick!"

"Yah it could, but I was watching her to make sure she wouldn't lick her fingers, like a father would." he stared at me. I gulped and looked down thinking to myself *Shit*

"Can i speak to you outside?" I asked him. "Hey, Jc can you wipe her down and put her in her carseat for me?" He nodded and we walked out. "WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU GET THAT IDEA FROM!?"

"Well when I put Peyton to bed last night I seen her Birth Certificate." he looked at me. "and when I seen the date she was born none of it added up, plus I seen a scrapbook of you sending pictures of Peyton growing up to my mom, and that's something that you would send to a grandma."

"I already told you, I cheated on you, and Me and your mom were always close, so i sent pictures, and your mom watches her 5 days a week, of course shes going to want things like pictures!"

"Alright prove it to me lets go down to the clinic tomorrow and get a paternity test done, and if she isn't mine there is nothing I can do about it, but if she is mine I want to be apart of her life and if I have to take you to court then I will."

"I have work."

"Well then we can do it after you get off."

"I get off at 5:00 it closes at 4:55"

"Then we can do it over the weekend."

"I have plans."

"Well then your cancelling them, unless your just making up excuses to keep me from finding out the truth."

"Whatever Kian, I want MY kid." I say. He smirked and walked in and right out, handing me the car seat with Peyton in it. I put her in the car and got in.

"Remember the clinic at 2:00, Saturday." He said with a voice that made me mad and walked inside. On the way home i found myself crying, hes so immature he cant handle a 1 year old, he doesn't know what show she likes to watch in the morning, or what her favorite baby food flavor is, or the way she likes her bottle temperature. He shouldn't be a father, I shouldn't have moved back here.

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SORRY FOR THE SHORT CHAPTER!!