Absence

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"Casper... hi..." I mumbled, not quite sure what else to say too the pop star infront of me.

"Hey!" He smiled, looking much happier too see me then I was too se him... "I'm so glad I got to see you..." He smiled, pulling me into a hug. How'd I know.

"I um... yeah..." I nodded, pulling out of his grip. "It's... nice seeing you? Let's not do this again..."

"Dada?" Pax asked, looking up at me from his stroller.

"Yes baby?" I asked back, looking down at my sweet little angel. He pointed too Casper, who looked at Paxton with an equally confused look.

"Did he just call you dada?" Casper asked. I think that's my queue to go.

"Uh... yeah..." I nodded, putting the shad protecter over the stroller.

"So... he's yours?" He asked looking at the stroller, still confused.

"I...no?... I mean no." I mumbled, looking away from him. "We really need too get going. Goodbye Casper."

"Flint, How old is he?..." Casper asked, grabbing my arm too keep me here instead of away, where i'd much rather be.

"It doesn't matter," I quipped, sounding a little more harsh then I meant too. "I have to feed my son, Therefore I'm leaving." I explained, trying to walk away once again.

"You... He's... That's our child, isn't it?" Casper asked. I felt a sudden growing heat in my chest as I turned around too face him.

"Oh so now, It's our child? He is not yours, he will never be yours, when you didn't want him here in the first place!" I snapped.

"You lied too me?" He asked, looking past everything I had just said.

"Yes, Casper I lied too you! I told you at least a million times I wanted too keep him, but NO, you had too keep your silly little pop star reputation so you did not listen too a damn thing I had too say, and you still don't! So leave us alone!" I glared, the heat in my chest fueling the amount of anger I had towards the idiot in front of me.

Casper just looked at me with a much calmer expression on his face, which just made me even more angry.

"Can I see him?" He asked quietly.

"No."

"He's my son too Flint..."

"Your son!? HA! That is funny Casper Woods because at the moment you are nothing more then a sperm donor."

"Flint you can't blame me for what I wanted 3 years ago. I was young and dumb."

"And your smarter now?" I glared.

"Flint..."

"No"

"Please..." he begged, a sad expression on his face. "I can't make excuses for myself, but my head was in a different place back then then it is now. I was an 19 year old closeted kid trying too balance fame and wrapping my head around having a kid with the guy I loved before I even knew what love meant."

"Stop."

"I'm sorry ok? Is that what you want too hear? Do you want me too get down on my knees and beg you? I'll do it." He said, dropping down on his knees in front of me, holding out his arms. "I'm sorry."

"Get off the ground that's nasty." I muttered, looking down into his soulful blue eyes that matched my sons too the point.