Life of a Stripper

Chapter 4

After the dinner we said our goodbyes and Hazel and I walked towards my car. The ride to her house was somewhat awkward, but I tried to make conversation anyhow. "So hazel what did you name him". I asked still looking straight ahead. "Logan Tiller Scott." She replied proudly. I glanced towards her when I noticed she gave him Michael last name. I shook my head in disapproval. "Kaylin I know you might not approve of me naming my baby his son Scott but I can care less of how you feel. I love my child and I will not sit here and let you make me feel bad about him." She yelled at me , with the most ugliest mug she could give. I look ahead and tried to calm my attitude down. " Hazel I could care less if you gave Logan, Michael's last name. I shook my head because I wish he wasn't your baby's father I shook my head because I helped you come up with his middle and first name and not even then did you woman up and tell me who his father was you lied to me and told me that you were raped. I shook my head because I was the one that had to miss out on my godson birth and his first month of life Hazel. So you can look at someone else like that . " I said calmly pulling into her apartments and parking in front of her apartment. I got out and she followed behind. We walked towards her house. I walked in , and went straight toward Logan room. It was the same way I decorated it for her as a BabyShower gift. I walked up to his crib and he was sleeping, I picked him up and held him close he looked like Hazel but more like Michael. I touched his check and his eyes immediately fluttered open. He stared at me and I smiled and he smiled , and grabbed a hold of my finger. I looked up at Hazel "I forgive you I honestly do." I said lowly.