Moments In Between ( Book 2)

Chapter 15: Hurricane

"What if they don't like me?"

Mark laughs, and I groan, and I start knocking my head against the wall.

"Where is my camera when I need it?" He pipes.

I knew I should not have gotten him that bloody camera for his last birthday. I snapped my head towards him, my face was stricken with horror, "Mark, I will hit you."

He laughs. "The look.." He falls on the floor. "The look on your face." Not only does he start clutching his stomach, but he also adds rolling about to his act. "You...should... You should see it."

I return to the fling with my bedroom wall. I do not want to see it. After Shane told me it was time to meet the twins, I was all for it—my little offsprings. I was excited and proud until two this morning, that is.

I am meeting my children. I have children. They are mine: flesh and blood. I had a hand in creating two lives. Me, Jared the baller. The irresponsible jerk. The carefree right hook-giving asshole has children. Since that realization, I have become a nervous wreck. It is weird. I feel sick. I do not know what to expect. They are just kids. But still, it has me pacing about and worrying my ass off. I called Shane at four this morning, and even though she said I would be okay, she laughed just like Mark is doing now.

It is pretty ridiculous, I have fathered two kids for nearly three years now, and I did not know it. They could resent me for not being there, after all, they are not newborns. Shut up, fool. Two-year-olds do not hate. Do they? Besides all that, I am Jared Warren. Everybody loves me. I am the charmer of all trades. My kids won't be immune to that, right? All this, and a mountain of questions, have made it impossible for me to think straight and return to my much-loved sport of sleep.

What do I tell them? What do I do with them? What are they like? What will I be like? Will they like me? What are they gonna think of me?

A hand touches my shoulder. "Come on, Jay. They will love you."

I look at him. Or worse case, in which they could run away from me, screaming. I am just a stranger to them after all.

"If you don't snap out of this, I will call mom and get a camera."

If he calls Mom in here, I will never hear the end of her, Jared, and the responsibility speech, since I made her swear to let me deal with Angelica and the presumed baby. She just gives me this stern look, but as soon as I pull out the baby pictures of her grandkids on my phone, she gets all googly-eyed, and that is far worse than suspicious mom.

"Shut up. I'd like to see you with your kids."

He shrugs. "Unlike you, I'll be a man about it."

"Ha, you'll faint as soon as you see the head pop..."

Mark covers his ears and moves away from me. "Uhhhh dude gross, shut up!"It's my turn to laugh now. It feels damn good, too. "What's the matter, afraid of a little bloody vag..."

He points at me warningly. "Don't finish that sentence, Jared."

I smirk. "Thought so."

He narrows his eyes at me. "Whatever, man."

"Not so funny now, huh?"

"I think I hear mom calling you."

I chuckle and head out of the room. "Later, asshole."

Ever since Aunt Jasmyne showed us that horrific video of a mom giving birth, Mark has become touchy. I got over it but Mark, he would jump out windows just so he would not hear about it. She tried to pass it off, saying Something about education, but it was to stop us from having sex. Too bad it did not work.