It Was Her

03.

  A\N This picture was indeed from google so all rights to them.

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        Paris POV

"You live here mommy?." Drew asks while walking around the living room the lady named Maria left us in.

"Lived baby as in not anymore and not ever." I rub the palms of my hands on my thighs and take a shaky breath. Maybe it was a bad idea coming here.

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why don't you live here anymore? This place is so cool! It's better than our apartment mommy."

"Some...things happened which resulted in me leaving." More like I got kicked out of my own fucking house.

"Oh...." Once Drew had enough of the room he jumped on the couch and smiled. "Mommy?"

"What baby?." I stand up and straighten out the wrinkles on my white t shirt I decided to wear today.

"My birthday is coming up."

I look up and raise a brow at my three year old son. "Yes I know... One more week and you'll be four cupcake. What do you wanna do for your big day?."

"Can we-"

"Paris!" I hear my father yell and I gulp. Fucking maid had one bloody job. One fucking job.

"Come on, hurry!" I grab Drew's hand and pull him to the door. I slam it open and come face to face with my father.

"What the fuck are you doing in my house?! I thought I told you not to fucking step foot in this house ever again!". He starts yelling and storms straight towards me and my son.

"I came to see my mum! Not you! I want to see her." I yell while pulling Drew closer to me.

My father stops walking towards me and looks down at Drew. "You had the nerve to bring this- this...bastard inside this house." I see his eye twitch and he grabs my arm really fucking tight.

"Ow! You're hurting me! Let go you're hurting me!." I yell and grab his arm.

"Maybe if I put you in jail for trespassing you'll learn something from it. Maybe you'll stay the fuck out of my hou-"

"Derek let her go! Please let her go." I hear my mother yell and I look around and see her running towards us. "Mom!" I sob and try to reach out for her.

"Stay away Samantha this isn't your business."

"Она моя дочь. "

"Mommy." Drew yells and starts crying. All of this was a bad idea. I just wanted my mom to see my son for the first time.

"Okay." I mumble and look at my father. "I'll leave. Don't worry I won't come back ever. I promise" I say and let the tears roll down my cheeks.

"You better stay the fuck away or else next time I won't have mercy on you or that thing." He let's go of my arm and walks away.

I hear Drew sob and I pick him up. "Hey hey. Don't cry baby everything's fine."

"Grandpa's so mean mommy! I wanna go home" he cries some more and wraps his arms around my neck. "I know baby let's go." I take a deep breath and walk towards the door. I turn around and look at my mom one last time. "Bye momma"

"My child please don't go." She starts to walk towards me and I shake my head. "No mom, it's okay. I love you." I smile and walk out the door.

                 Anna's POV

"So... How'd it go?." I ask Paris once she walks in the room with D.

"How else do you think it fucking went Annabelle." She's pissed. She used my whole name. Shit.

"I'm trying really hard to not say this but... I told you so. He was gonna flip shits and I warned you." I get up from my bed and grab Drew from her arms. "Have you fed him?"

"He ate before we left."

"Paris! That's was four hours ago." I groan and lay the kid down on the bed before picking up the hotel phone and start ordering  pizza for us.

"I'm sorry" I hear her whisper and I turn around to face her. I see her cover her face and start to cry. "I'm so sorry. I just wanted to see my mom and I wanted her to meet little D. My dad was there and he wasn't happy that I brought Drew and just...just... everything went wrong. I feel like a bad mom because I didn't feed my kid now and I just feel so bad." I frown and open my arms once I'm done talking on the phone. Paris walks to me slowly and hugs me tightly. I wrap my arms around her and sigh. "It's okay you have me. You both have me. Do you wanna stay here for a while longer or go back home?"

She shrugs and pulls away. "Where'd you go today?"

I smile and clap my hands remembering. "I went job hunting!"

"From the looks of it you got the job?"

"Hell yeah!" I yell and cover my mouth when I remember Drew is asleep. "Anyways. It's this job at this big fancy company and I'm gonna be answering calls and making appointments. Blah blah blah. You know?"

"Uh no I don't know but I'm gonna say yes to end the conversation here." Paris says and smiles. "Bitch" I mumble and lay down.

"Heard that." Paris says and heads god knows where.

-a few boring minutes later -

"Hey you." I hear and turn around fast. "Oh" I smile when I see Drew looking at me with a smile. "Where's my mommy?"

"Oh she must be showering kiddo. Are you hungry?"

"I'll wait for my mommy so we can all eat together. If that's okay with you." He says and sits on the stool by the kitchen counter, the pizza arrived just now. "Sounds good kid."

                  Paris POV

"So since you have a job already I decided to get one too." I tell Anna and trash the remaining of the pizza. "Oh really? Did you find something?"

"I... No." I huff and cross my arms. "I'm still looking."

"Oh okay do you want me to help you?" Anna asks and grabs the trash bag.

"No. I need to do something on my own for once. I can't depend on everybody for shit." I say and run a hand thru my hair.

"Paris. It's gonna be hard on you, I mean you were a daddy's girl. You wanted something and you got it and now that your not daddy's girl you can't just...just you know... Do everything alone. You're gonna go thru hell and back sweety." I look at Anna and sigh. "I know... I just... I want to take classes to finish school and classes on being a mom then I want a job and it's all just hard. Life is fucking hard."

"No one said life wasn't gonna be easy."

"I really don't like you right now Anna so piss off with this Yoda bullshit. Acting like you know shit." Paris snaps and walks out the hotel room.

"Where's my mommy going Aunt Anna?" Drew asks and grabs my hand. I look down and smile softly. "Just for a run kiddo don't worry she'll be back." I sure hope she doesn't do anything stupid.

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A\N

Hello thank you for reading my book, don't forget to comment and vote!

Translations: "Она моя дочь" in Russia means "She's my daughter". That's what google told me so don't get your panties in a twist if it's wrong.

†Yours truly Andrea. ★