TRUST ME - a Joult fanfic- Book 2

TRUST ME - chapter 4

Chapter 4:

Today is the first day, since Layla was born, that I've woken up prepared to leave the house. I obviously go and purchase groceries whenever necessary, but it's mostly just me and my gorgeous daughter, who's just a small bundle of joyful, energy. !

I realise, as I'm blow drying my hair, that I'm gonna have to take Layla with me, to meet Josh, as I have no one else to look after her. She sits behind me, on my bed, playing with her toys. I dressed her in a pink baby grow with white polka dots on it. After I applying my eye makeup, I turn and pull a silly face at Layla causing her to giggle cutely.

"You silly little girl!" I say to her.

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As soon as I enter the restaurant, in which I arranged to meet Josh, I immediately spot him sat at the table in the corner, waiting for me to arrive.

I sit down, and slip Layla into highchair, then fold my arms, protecting my chest. Josh smiles at me.

"Hey." I say, smiling slightly.

"Thank you for agreeing to meet me."

"It's okay. How are you?" I ask him, as begin to feed Layla a bottle of milk.

"I'm on anti depression pills, and I drink myself into oblivion pretty much every night....how about you?"Josh says with a sad expression on his face.

A pang of guilt hits me. Seen as Josh is being so truthful and open towards me I decide I should be aswell, so I say.

"Well I'm on anti depression aswell, I'm raising my newborn baby all on my own, I still have some bruises on my body where you abused me in my previous relationship and I'm craving sex."

Josh looks at me, shocked at what I just said. I sigh and look down at my feet. Finally he says,

"I'm sorry I hurt you Jen, I'm on pills now, I'm fucked up. I'm glad your with Nicholas because he is a good man and I'm most certain he'll anyways be good to you. Your baby is gorgeous...I wish you would of had a baby with me. Why are you craving sex?"

I laugh childishly and then say," Well, Nic has been in England since Layla was born and...well...I miss him."

"Okay."

An idea comes to me.

"Josh instead of each of us plummeting the other with questions. Let's ask one question at a time, and the other person has to answer. Does that sound okay?"

Josh laughs and then says,"Ladies first."

"Okay....uh...how many people have you slept with since I left?"

"Lots. But...only one night stands...it doesn't mean anything to me. Every time I screw someone I close my eyes and imagine you..."

Oh wow. That reminds me of the dream I had the night before.

"How many times have you slept with Nic since you left?" Josh continues.

Shall I answer this? Yes. I have to. That's the rules, I created.

"Lots of times. Why didn't you ask me how many I've slept with?" I ask slightly offended.

Josh laughs at me.

"Jen, I know you very well, the last thing you'd do is go sleeping around with any man you saw. Plus I know for a fact that the only men you ever slept with is me and Nicholas..."

I roll my eyes because I know he's right.

"My turn. Have you done things with him that you used to do with me?" Josh asks softly.

"What sexually?" I blush.

Josh always asks me questions that he knows will put me in a awkward positions and make me feel uncomfortable. I remember this fondly.

He nods.

"Yes." I say quietly.

Josh clenches his fist, his eyes go dark then he says, "I still love Jen. I'll never stop. Even though this baby girl here is beautiful and looks exactly like you, she's not mine. She's his, she came from him. You are perfect, but your with him. He's touched you and done things to you...."

"Nic! His name is Nic! And my baby's name is Layla!" I interrupt loudly.

Josh covers his face with his hands and finally says, "I love you Jennifer."

I ignore his words.

"Im gonna go. Don't expect to be hearing off me. I can't believe you just spoke about my boyfriend and my own daughter that way. She's a baby. She can't help the fact that she came from Nic, I on the other hand chose to be with him instead of you. I hate how cold and angry you've become." I say, picking Layla and leaning her against my waist. Finally I say, "Goodbye Josh."

I leave him there with his head in his hands and I don't plan on seeing him again.