daddy - j.m

62: Breakfast Date

Jason

We loaded all Ferraris in the parking lot with guns. It was a tiny mission with high security. We were actually just handing these weapons over but the costumers had a history of not paying for the service. We had been told to wear our bulletproof wests and protect one another with our lives. It could turn ugly.

Sandra and Isabela were with us and they were appearantly in the actual gang, not just here to have sex.

"Hmm. Here goes the groups for today." Pablo called as we all stood by the cars.

"Car number one. Chris, Joseph, Casper and Zack."

"Car number two. Jason, Isabela, Joey and Anthony."

We all gathered around the second car and began debating on where everyone was going to sit.

"I can drive." I said and looked at the others.

"We're usually in the back." Joey pointed at his own chest and then Anthony.

"So you'll be next to me, princess?"

"Yes, I will." Isabela reassured.

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Madison

When the hell was he going to come home? It was almost midnight and I don't believe there is any work to do at midnight. Not even in a gang.

Suddenly a cab pulled up outside our apartment building. That had got to be him. Jason was struggling to even get out of the car. It was going to be a while before he got to the door so I tried to pull myself together with the time I had.

He rang the door bell five times in a row, was he absolutely stupid? Did he forget about the two children sleeping?

I quickly opened it up for him and my mood dropped as I saw him and what condition he was in.

"Hey." He said.

"Where the hell have you been? And why are you drunk?"

"I'm not that drunk. I can speak clearly." I was surprised at how clear minded he actually seemed but I stood my ground. I needed a reason to be mad at him.

"Go to bed and I'll get you a glass of water."

"I don't need your help, Madison. I'm not that drunk and I sure as hell am not thirsty."

I raised my eyebrows and glared at him before going to bed wether or not he was going to join me. He did follow me.

"It honestly seems like you don't want another child." I coldly stated.

"Maybe you're right."

"You don't want it? Great."

"I feel like this is enough. I feel like we are not gonna get much better than this and it would be stupid to bring a baby into it."

"You don't think we're going to last?"

Saying it out loud made it more real, and it was scary not knowing what his tipsy and brutally honest self would answer.

"We'll see."

"We'll see? Is this not a big deal to you? Why aren't you emotional at all?"