Kayla:
I sat alone on the island eating a breakfast prepared by myself. My two twins were asleep in my room. Everyone else was at the hospital to see the new baby.
I sighed.
Nathan, Nathan, Nathan.
I had twins. I deserved more attention. I wasn't being vain, it was true. Two is better than one. Just because I wasn't a male. Living in this house away from the public eye away from the world, hidden. No one cared how I felt.
I wanted to be like every other new mother out there in the celebrity world. I wanted to show my girls off, show everyone how adorable they were. I wanted magazines to beg me to get the first pictures.
Rosie and McKilee maybe in identical outfits. Little dresses with tiny red bows on their heads, holding onto one another.
My daydreaming soon came to a halt when the front door opened. Did someone forget something? I wasn't expecting anyone to be back for at least a little while longer.
"Max?" I asked.
Max said nothing coming up to me and kissing me. It was too weird. He shouldn't be here. He should be at the hospital with his new child. As much as I disliked the fact that he had another child with someone else, I couldn't hate the entire matter.
"Is the baby dead?" I asked.
Max looked at me shocked. He knew I was cold towards Nathan, but not entirely.
"No. He's alive and well. Did you want him to be?" Max asked.
I couldn't believe he asked me that. I would never want that on a child, a baby. Was he beginning to think of what the other people in this house thought of me? A cold-hearted bitch?
"I'd never want that. You know that, so don't fucking accuse me." I spat.
Max sighed and walked away from me putting his hands on his head. I heard he deeply sigh meaning he didn't mean what he said, but he didn't say anything.
"Why are you here? Shouldn't you be with your son?" I asked.
I wasn't jealous over the child, but of Nathan. All the attention he got was actual attention for him and not just his child. I, on the other hand, for my twins. I didn't know if he knew already how much of a damn these people all gave for him.
He probably did. I've heard him crying some nights. What else could he cry over? All these people really cared for him.
"I wanted to be here for my daughters and you." Max said.
"Cut the crap. Your son was just born. You should be there. I've got the girls covered. Did something happen between you and Nathan?" I asked.
"Yeah. You want to know what he did? He told me I could give Elliott a middle name since he chose the name and Elliott's having his last name. He said I could choose, but once Jay opened his mouth about Nathan's family helping, I was pushed to the side. I get nothing from all of this. The naming. I can't even get full custody of Elliott without everyone being upset at me." Max said.
"You're upset because he didn't give you a chance at giving the boy a middle name? Man up and talk to him about it. I'm guessing you just left after Jay said that. Damn it, Max. You're already a bad father towards this boy." I said.
I held up a hand for him to be quiet as I continued. He was upset over a naming process? He really wasn't thinking this through.
"It doesn't matter if Nathan named the child without you. It doesn't matter if he gets full custody. I'm sorry, but you didn't want the boy as your son in the very beginning. What matters is you make sure that that child knows you love them. That you'll be there for them whether you're a country away." I said.
