Call Me Daddy 3

7

Sitting on one side of the glass window with the pay phone in my hand, I see Jason staring back at me with a smile.

He picked up the black phone and spoke through it letting me hear him, "hey baby."

"Hi," I smile back and stare at his features. His mustache fully noticeable due to not having a razor, "your mustache makes you look incredibly hot."

"Yeah? Should I keep it this way?" He is always able to keep a smile on his face, I swear.

"Yeah," I nod and continue to look at him, "I miss you..."

"I miss you too, baby. How are you and the kids doing?" He asked and rubbed his fingers through his hair.

"Well, Kyler is as sweet as always. He's been helping me around the house you know?"

"Yeah? He's always been a real good boy," Jason smiled so big his little dimple showed.

"Yeah and uhm...Noah has been a little better but it's still hard to handle him on my own," I frowned and wiped the tear that randomly decided to fall down my cheek.

"I don't know how that kid is so mean," Jason shook his head.

"Yeah I know right? And he's teaching Tyler to be that way."

"How's Tyler?" Jason's smile dropped at the mention of him.

"Really good. What's wrong baby?" I asked.

"I feel...like he's going to forget me somehow, you know?"

"Impossible. You wanna know something?"

"What?" Jason questioned.

"He's the one that asks about you the most," I inform him, "he always says, 'when will daddy be home to rock me?' Whenever I'm trying to get him to sleep or he'll ask what you're doing at the moment. It makes me sad and happy at the same time."

"How both emotions?" Tears pricked Jason's eyes.

"Sad because they have to suffer from not seeing you and happy because he still wants you to do all of these things for him. He misses you. They all do," I frowned and wiped my eyes with a tissue that I had brought with me.

"Yeah. I'm so sorry baby. I feel like a failure," he started crying and rubbed his left hand over his face as he held the phone with his right.

"No Jason. This is our past, okay? I don't know how the cops found out but I am going to find out who told them or whatever because goddammit this isn't fair!"

"Baby," Jason rasped, "I love you."

"I love you too," I smile.

"Wanna know what I miss?" A smirk slowly started to cover Jason's sexy face.

"What do you miss, Jason?"

"Our incredible sex," his smirk was fully sketched over his face, "and you are the neediest girl ever when it comes to our sex so you must not be doing so well, huh?"

I gulp as I refuse to tell him about my many many many nights with Damien, "yeah," I shyly smile.

"What do you miss most baby?" His smirk was still there as his lust-filled eyes stared wholes into my face.

I only shrug and look down in embarrassment to answer his question.

"Don't start shying out on me now," he lowly chuckles and I lift my head back up as he asks his next question, "you haven't found any one else, have you?"

"No!" I said way too quickly, "why would you ask that?"

"I was just joking baby," he smiled at me, "I know you love me too much."

"Yeah," I smile and lean forward, "I do."

"So," I spoke again, "two months."

I wasn't able to get him out in time so his bail dropped and he was sentenced to two months since they don't have any proof that he actually was my kidnapper.

"Yep," He frowned and I looked at the guard behind him to avoid eye contact, "but I'll be home before you know it."

"I know you will," I smile and watch as his guard approaches Jason.

He said something that I couldn't hear causing Jason to roll his eys, "time is up. I love you baby. I'll call you, okay? Visitations are on Wednesdays, okay?"

"Okay, I love you."

"I love you too," he smiled as he was handcuffed and walked back to his jail cell.

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"I don't get why you keep visiting his ass," my mom took a drink of her water as we sat at a table in Red Lobster. We haven't talked at all since Jason has went to jail and I agreed to meet her here simply because I'm tired of fighting.

"Again, he's my husband and he didn't kidnap me," I tried to keep my cool.

"You are so rude to me. What did I ever do wrong?" She questioned.

"Well mom," I smirked at her, "when you are accusing my kids' father of things he didn't do, I only think it's fair."

"No it's not but whatever," she smiled and took another drink, "so, how are they?"

"Good." I spat.

"That's good," she nods and continues to eat, "one of my friends informed me that she saw you walking around with another guy?..."

"What?" I looked up with a pale face.

"Yeah, him," my mom held out her phone that showed a picture of Damien and I.

"Oh...he's just a friend," I covered myself as best as I can.

"Yeah well he's black and I don't approve," she picked at her nails.

"You have turned into such a fucking bitch," I raised my voice causing some people to look at us, "don't fucking call me again."

Getting in my car after I pay, I text the only person that is able to take my mind off of things for a couple of hours.

Damien.

A:N - OOH EMILY DONT B CHEATING U SKANKY ASS!