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17

- 2 months later
Camila
"What do you want me to do, Nash?!" I yell, with my hand pressed against my forehead.
"I don't know Camila." He sighed. "All of a sudden, this whole dad thing just made me feel un- easy."
"Aren't I supposed to be the person you're never going to leave?" I ask, facing the floor.
Silence stood between us, and I couldn't take it anymore.
"Then I'll leave." He looks up to me from the floor.
"Where are you going to go? You can't live with Lauren and you don't even work right now. Yes, you have money, but-"
"I'll find my way." I felt determined for some reason. "Keep the house. Keep everything. We haven't bought any baby stuff, so that's a good thing. I'll manage. I have money. I'll use that to get my own place, then I'll get a job, work and do all the motherly shit without your help."
He sighed, nodding.
"It's a good thing that you already packed all my shit and put it into my car, huh?" I pick up my purse and my phone, and walk to the door.
"Camila." He said. I turned around, he looked me dead in the eye.
"I'm sorry." He sighed.
I looked down to the floor, then opened the door.
"Yeah me too."
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Holy shit, I'm sorry for the very, very short chapter 😅