It's been a couple of days since I last spoke to Kian. He gave me his number just in case, and there's a voice in my head telling me that I have to tell kian the truth, that he has a son. I think I'm ready to forgive him. I picked up my phone, and clicked on his name.
Mya - wanna hang out right now?
Kian😶 - sure
Kian😶 - Are you gonna bring the little one?
Mya - If you want me too.
Mya - Text me your address
Kian😶 - *address*
Mya - see you in 10.
