Call Me Daddy 3

21 (mature)

January 2
7:36 p.m
*Jason*

"Bro that's stupid! I would never do that to you!"

"GODDAMMIT RYAN JUST TELL ME THE FUCKING TRUTH!"

"I am telling you the truth, man. Why don't you believe me?!"

"Because that baby is a duplicate of you and Emily!"

"THAT BABY IS NOT MINE!"

"Don't ever fucking call me again!"

I hang up the phone and sit down on a bench. How much more can I take? How much more can my children take? I have to get them out of here. I have to  get them out of that house and away from Emily until she gets her shit together.

How can our life's go from being so perfect to being the worst mistake of my life? I do not regret my kids at - all. They are the best thing in my life - in Emily's life. They're the only thing keeping us together. So what do I do?

I unlock my phone and call my mom. She always knows what to say.

"How's it going baby?"

"Mom," I cry and put my head in my hand, "the baby isn't Damien's."

"Honey that's amazing!"

"No it's not..." I whisper and sniff to get some oxygen in my body.

"What's wrong, Jason?"

"The baby looks just like Ryan mom!" I sob and throw my head back and look up at the sky. Why me? Why do I have to be the one to suffer all of this pain, "OH MY FUCKING GOD! I'm so stupid..."

"No you're not, honey. Listen to me, come home and get the kids, get a lawyer and set up a custody case while she's in the hospital. She doesn't deserve you, okay?"

I stay silent for a minute and slowly shake my head, "I can't leave her mom."

"I know what you're feeling, honey. It was so hard to leave your father but I had to so I could have a relationship with you. You need to leave before things get too bad and you're trapped."

"Yeah," I nod my head and wipe my eyes, "I'll be there in about twenty minutes."

"Honey, whatever you are feeling, do not leave without telling her. That will break her heart."

"She broke mine," I cry.

"I know...."

"I'm coming."

"Okay. See you soon honey."

"Okay. Love you mom."

"Love you too, baby."

So, I walk up to the room, kiss Emily's cheek and walk out.

No more us.

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8:24 p.m
*Jason*

"Daddy!" All three boys run towards me and hug my legs when I walk in.

"Hi my boys," I smile and kiss their foreheads.

"Mamma packed our stuff and said we're going on a vacation!"

"I know!" I gasp and pick Tyler up.

"Yay!" Noah yells.

"You guys go play, okay?" I say when I see my mom walk into the living room. They all run off and I sigh, "hey."

"How's she doing?"

"This was defiantly her worse birth," I state and shove my hands in my pockets, "I feel bad."

"Why? What'd you say when you went back up to tell her bye before you left?"