Daddy

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LAUREN POV

"Jacob please!" I pleaded as he squealed.

After getting dropped home last night Brad stayed the night and took care of Jacob as I fell straight asleep. And now Jacob can't seem to go anywhere without Brad.

I pressed my phone to my ear and sighed.

"Lauren?" Brad questioned as I took a breath.

"Jacob won't stop squealing he wants you here!" I raised my hand in the air as Brad chuckles.

"Just bribe him with sweets or something," Brad said as my mouth hung open.

"Are you trying to poison my son?"

Brad laughed again.

"Thanks for the help," I rolled my eyes and hung up.

I ran a hand throught my black hair and sighed before picking Jacob up and shutting the car door.

He still kicked and screamed until I lost it.

"Come on, if you'll be a good boy for mommy, Mommy will buy you something okay?" I cooed as Jacob placed his head on my shoulder and giggled.

Finally.

I walked into kmart and grabbed a basket before walking around all the different isles, admiring the new kitchen ware.

"Which one Jacob?" I hummed as he reached out trying to grab a glass mug.

"No, don't touch that," I chuckled as he clapped his small hands.

"Dada," he exclaimed as I took a breath.

"No baby," I replied walking over to the baby section.

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"Lauren?"

I turned around quickly, Jacob chewed on his fingers and waved his arms everywhere and ran away.

I stood perfeclty still.

Her brown hair was sligjtly more curled then it used to be.

She softly smiled as I still stared wide eyed.

"Camila?" I gulped down as she nodded.

"Look at you," she said smiling as I took a step back.

"Mommy," Jacob run towards me with the bags of candy.

"No baby boy," I said taking bags from him as Camila studied every moment.

"Who's this?" She exclaimed as I  bit my lower lip.

"Jacob my son..." I said softly as Camila cleared her throat.

"Who's the father? That Brad kid?" She asked and I nodded.

Well the truth is Jacob was Mine and Camila's son but I don't want her to know that. She doesn't deserve to know that afterall what she did to me and what she said about me other day.

"Cute baby, may I ask how old he is?" She asked, I can feel the hurt in her voice.

"One and half year old," i replied, she give me her fake smile and nodded.

"Anyways, I need to go," I said as I took Jacob's small hands in my hand and turn around to walk way from her.

CAMILA POV

"Anyways, I need to go," she said and took Jacob's hands in her hand and start walking.

"Mommy, why did you lie to that lady I'm two years old," Jacob said as my heart skip a bit I remenber I forgot to put condom that night.

That's my kid, my blood, my son. A tear rolled down from my eyes.

"Lauren wait," i ran after her. "Lauren!!" She stoped walking and looked at me.

"Why didn't you call?" I asked as she stared up furrowing her eyebrows together.

"Why? Would you get get another 18 grand if there was a pregnancy involved?" She said angry, I ignored her and bend down to Jacob so i could hug him but within a second he was picked up by his mom.

"Lauren, look I'm really really sorry and this time I mean it," I said trying to hold her hand and she step back.

"Camila, I don't want to see you ever again! You know what...you were the last person on my list that I ever wanted to lay my eyes on you, and yet after a whole 3 years you still manage to creep back in my mind, just because whenever I look at Jacob, it's like looking at you, he has your eyes, hair, smile and I don't want you to deal with my child, especially when you're like forty and I'm only 20!"

"I had to fake my age back, to become a stripper and to earn money! And knowing you said I deserved to be a stripper and that I'm useless and everything else doesn't boost my self esteen or confidence does it cam- I mean Camila. My parents kicked me out once they found out I was pregnent and all I had was Brad."

"I've heard about you. You do nothing but drink, drink with your friends. Every night you go out and get wasted and let me guess with that 18 grand, you spent it all on drugs and alcohol, or possibly buying women to use them like you used me. You're nothing but a pathetic alcoholic, who has no life so you go and ruin someone else's!" She spat walking away as I stood there breathless.

"Twenty two, to be precise!" I called after her as she flipped the bird. I smirked and chuckled, she's still the same sassy Lauren that I fell in love with.

I never understood these feelings until months after the night she left.  I would look over to the house next door and never saw her.

Her window was always covered and shut.

Nothing.

I never saw her leaving her her house.

No calls.

No texts.

And she's right.

I drink every night to forget about her. Her name kills me and it only makes me hate myself even more for what I did to her.

"Where did you go?" Asheel asked pecking my cheek and interrputing my thoughts.

I wiped my cheek and stared in disgust.

"First of all you are not my girlfriend so don't fucking kiss me," I exclaimed as she shrugged.

"That's not what you were moaning last night when my mouth was wrapped around your cock," she whispered in my ear as I rolled my eyes.

"That doesn't work on me anymore," I said making her look down.

"You're hard to turn on," she spat.

"Dick!"

She swayed her hair to the side of her neck and walked off.

"What?" I asked confusingly to myself and shrugged.

"Nothing but a slut anyways!" I called back at her as she turned around and winked.

She made the "Call Me" action and walked out of the store.