Happy Ever Afters Are Fake

Yes

Jackie's P.O.V

I gained courage to walk back into the house eventually. I took a deep breath and hauled Emmy's carseat through the door.

"Are you getting back together with Shawn?" J.c asked as soon as I walked into my room.

I jumped back, griping the carseat handle harder. It took a few seconds to process what he had just asked.

"Of course not! Where the hell did you get that idea from?" I asked.

"He called you two times today. Not to mention, he was your first and y'all have a kid together." He looked down.

"J.C, as much as I did love him before, I would never leave you or Kian to be with Shawn. I love you both. Why would I leave so soon?" I smiled at him, engulfing him into a hug.

"So your not leaving?" He asked.

"Of course not J." I giggled.

"Good because we love you alot Jacks. So don't think you could leave us that easily. K?" He chucked a bit,

"Okay J.c" I smiled, kissing his cheek.

"You should probably go talk with Kian. He was kinda upset." He said, suddenly in a serious voice.

"I will. . . Just not now." I trailed off.

"He's just going to get even more upset Jackie."

"Emmy's sleeping. I'll go later K?"

"This is the perfect time jacks."

"Please? I hate seeing you two in a fight."

". . ."

"Jackie."

"Fine. Take care of Emmy, yeah?"

"Go."

I sighed and walked out the room, slowly. What if he doesn't want me here anymore?

I gulped as I walked down the hall to his room. Should I just walk away?! What if he's so upset he doesn't talk to me ever again?

I brought my fist up and knocked on the door softly.

"Come in." I heard Kian's angry voice shout.

I openedthw door ever so slightly and slipped in.

"Hey Kian..." I trialed off.

He was laying on his bed, typing something on his laptop. He didn't move or respond. He kept doing what ever the hell he was doing.

"Kian."

No answer.

"Kiannnn."

No answer.

"KIIIIIAAAAANNNNNN."

"What do you want?!" he snapped, slamming his laptop shut.

"Why are you mad?" I asked, looking up at him.

"I'm not."

"Then why have you been ignoring me?"

"I haven't."

"Yes you have."

"Jackie unless your dying, can you please leave my room? I'm really tired."

"I just wanted to say sorry for what wet I did. The question you asked last time, my answer was yes." I whispered, walking out with tears in my eyes.

I closed the door and walked back to my room. Feeling worst than I ever had.

Maybe I should just leave. . .