Regrets🌹

4.

Y/F/N= Your father's name

Y/M/N= Your mother's name

Y/L/N= your last name

(Your pov)

When your father opened the closet you panicked and pushed him out of the way. You didn't mean to hurt him, but you also didn't want him to spot Marshall.

"Y/n, what's the matter with you?" your mother asks while caring to your father.

You look in the closet and see that a shoe box fell from the top shelf causing the noise. You let out a breath you didn't realise you were holding in. Your mother comes to your side after helping your father up.

"Y/n, why is it every time I look in this closet it's a complete mess?" she asks.

You shrug, "Spring cleaning's just not my thing."

As if on cue, Miyah starts crying. Everyone instantly heads to her room. Your mother opens the door revealing Marshall holding a crying Miyah. He freezes like a deer caught in the headlights. Both your mother and father have confused looks on their faces.

Marshall lets out a nervous laugh, "Hi mom and dad."

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After that awkward intervention, you managed to put Miyah back to sleep and everyone met up in the living room. You and Marshall were sat on the couch while your parents were asking questions and giving lectures.

"So let me get this straight," your father says whilst pacing the floor. "This is Miyah's biological father?"

"Yes." you answer for what felt like the thousandth time.

"And he's a famous rapper?"

"Yes."

"And you've been keeping this from us all these years because...."

"You two are so judgemental, especially mom. I didn't want you two butting into the situation and making it bigger than what it is. Dad would've told his golfing buddies and mom would've told her book club. The whole thing would've been known to the press in less than a week if I told you two." you explain.

It felt really good getting that off your chest.

"Honey, if you didn't want anyone to know, your secret would've been safe with us." your mother says.

"No. That's not how it works with you." you impressed.

Marshall finally decided to speak up, "Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N, I respect your daughter 100% because I love her and Miyah. I think that our relationship is like any normal relationship that shouldn't have to be written in a magazine. I don't want the press to find out about Y/N or Miyah, because my family is where I feel like a regular person. So could you two at least keep this a secret for the sake of your daughter and granddaughter."

You were blushing when Marshall said he loves you. Your heart raced a little, but you would never admit that. Your relationship was completely platonic.

"We'll keep your secret," your father states. "We'll also get a hotel. We don't wanna be hearing you two knocking against the walls all night."

You felt the heat rise in your cheeks again and look at Marshall to see him smirking.

"Daddy!" you shriek.

"Like I'm the only one you call that."

Marshall was full on laughing at this point, "You and I are gonna be good friends Mr. Y/L/N."

"Call me, Y/F/N." he insists.

"And call me, Y/M/N." your mom insists.

Later that day, your parents got into a cab to take them to their hotel. You, Marshall, and Miyah were in the living room. Miyah was playing with her blocks, while you and Marshall were on the couch discussing the events that took place a couple of hours ago.

"That little speech of yours caught me off guard," you tease. "When did you become so mature?"

"The only reason you're bagging on me is because you don't wanna talk about the fact you still have feelings for me." he smirks.

You blush for the third time that day, "I don't have feelings for you!"

"That's too bad," he says. "Because I'm in love with you."

You search for the immature jackass in his eyes, but you don't find any. You feel your heat rate speed up again. How does he keep making you feel like this? Where did these butterflies come from all of a sudden. You were suppose to be friends. You were just suppose to raise your daughter together not be together. His expression was something it hasn't been in a long time.

Serious.

You wouldn't dare let those words slip out of your mouth. There was no happy ending to you and Marshall's relationship.

"I need a drink."...