Call Me Daddy 3

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@luvalwayz12 this is 4 u!!

December 19
12:04 p.m

Hearing the door click, I suck in a big breath when I hear foot steps head for the living room. When Jason enters the living room, he stops in his tracks and gives me the biggest death glare ever, "I thought I told you to leave?"

"Jason we're married, we can't just-"

"I don't give a fuck about what you have to say! I'm doing what is best for my children. You aren't doing anything that is needed to be done at the moment."

"Which is what, Jason?"

"Oh, I don't know! You still haven't talked to Damien about if he knows about his psychotic wife putting my son in a coma! God! Screw your head on straight!"

"Stop yelling at me. You do not talk to me like that!"

"Emily! Do you not even know what you came home and did last night? My heart is hurt!"

"So is mine! And you layed your hands on me after you told me you never would again!"

"Look what you fucking did to me, Emily! What the actual fuck! You don't get to play the victim card, okay?"

"That's different."

"How is it different?" He questions.

"It's different because I'm the girl! You don't lay your hands on a girl!"

"YOU ALSO DONT LAY YOUR HANDS ON YOUR HUSBAND!"

"AND IM YOUR WIFE SO START TREATING ME LIKE IT!"

"Stop yelling," Jason starts to walk out of the living room but I'm quick to grab his arm and yank him back, "don't touch me!"

"Just listen to me," I start crying and rubbing all over him, "I'll talk to Damien and I won't get high again. I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry," and I just kept repeating that over and over again.

"Okay okay...stop crying. It hurts to see you crying," he wraps his arms around me and rocks us back and forth.

"Don't leave m-me," I sob and dig my face further in his neck.

"I won't baby...I won't."

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4:15 p.m

"Damien," I sit down in the booth and watch as he takes a drink of his beer. The temptation of ordering one eating me alive, "about Blake."

His eyes widen and he raises his eyebrows, "yeah? What about her?"

"Why in the hell would you guys put my child in a coma?!" My voice raised a little but luckily no one heard us.

"What?!" A look of shock spreads over him, "Emily I haven't talked to that woman in about two years."

"What?" I questioned, "she's in jail for beating my child. She said she was making me pay for manipulating you into getting me pregnant."

"We were married at one point and I divorced her because she is crazy as fuck - as you've already seen I'm guessing and she won't change her name back. I'm done and I've been done with her for a while."

"Oh," I whisper, "well I just wanted to know if you were behind this," my voice is now sad.

"It's fine," a half smile shows up on his lips, "I'd never put your family in that position."

"Yeah," I nod, "thanks."

"No problem. You look worn out? What's up?"

"Uhm...I'm pregnant," I laugh.

"Besides that."

"Jason and I...had a few fights but we're ok now I guess."

"Oh," he nods and picks up his beer, "want one?"

Thinking for a few seconds, I look at the beer and slowly nod my head, "yeah."

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December 21
8:19 a.m

"What do you guys want for Christmas?" I question as everyone sits at the dining room table eating breakfast.

"A train track!" Noah yells out and gets a big hopeful smile on his face.

"Oh yeah?" Jason smiled and looks at him as he bites into his crispy toast, "I bet Santa will bring it."

"Santa isn't-"

"Hey!" I speak towards Kyler. I lean over a whisper in his ear, "don't ruin it for your brothers."

Nodding his head, he tries to wink at me but ends up blinking both eyes causing me to laugh and give him a side hug.

"I want army men!" Tyler yells.

"I'll tell Santa," I speak to him and look at Jason to see him smile at me. I love him so much. He was able to forgive me so easily showing me how much he truly loves me.

"You know Santa?!" Noah pitches in.

"Daddy and I both."

"That's so cool!" He cheers.

"Yep," I smile and cross my arms on the table, "what do you want, Kyler?"

Shrugging his shoulders, he continues to eat.

"He told me he wants everything art!" Noah's messed up language floats through the room.

"Oh yeah?" I raise my eyebrows, "daddy, Santa, and mommy can get you art things."

"Really?" His eyebrows raise.

"Yep," I nod and look at Jason to see him nodding with a smile.

"Awesome!"

My babies are gonna be happy this Christmas.

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12:50 p.m

"Here's an easel," I pick up the box in the art section in Hobby Lobby, "he's pretty tall for his age and this is able to move up and down."

"Yeah," Jason nods and takes the large box from my hands and puts it in the cart, "I got a pack of paint brushes, charchol, crayons and pencils. What else....?"

"Paint?" I question.

"Yeah. I got every color I think," he laughs and we pay before heading to Toys R Us to get Tyler and Noah's requests'.

I'm not letting my family down anymore.

A:N - r u sure Emily?! U kinda got a drinking problemmmmmmm!!!!!! Don't get too close to the drugs either...tsk tsk tsk!

SOMETHING BIG I FEEL IT HAPPENING OUT OF MY CONTROL! PUSHING PULLING AND ITS GRABBING ME - FEEL IT IN MY BONES!

I need some books 2 read so please comment some cuz I'm dyingggg!