A Space Of Our Own

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Malia tried to creep back into her bedroom without waking her daughter or stepping on toys.
One squeaky toy set off a chain reaction. Malia stepped on it, which woke the baby up. Triggering a litany of swear words from Malia.
Cursing while her baby cried. After using up all the swear words in existence, Malia sat there defeated. Scott came over and looked at her on the floor.
"Hi." Scott said.
"Hello." Malia said.
"Do you not hear that?" Scott asked.
"Yeeeppp..." Malia said tiredly.
"Okay...go sleep. I'll take care of her." Scott said. Malia smiled and got up.
"Thank you so much." Malia hugged him and went inside.
Scott fed her, changed her and played with her. Letting Tyler crawl on the ground while he cleaned up.
When Malia woke up the next morning, the apartment was clean and Tyler was sleeping peacefully on Scott's chest.
Malia smiled at them before trying to make breakfast as quietly as possible.
But the smell of cooking food woke them up.
"Good morning." Scott said.
Morning. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you. This is just a thank you breakfast for stepping in and cleaning up last night." Malia said.
"You know it's never a problem." Scott said, gently placing Tyler on the floor.
"I shouldn't have just left her. I'm just so...overwhelmed and tired and there's stuff everywhere...It's too much. I need more space." Malia said.
"You wanna move?" Scott asked sadly.
"Kind of but I can't afford a house. I never wanted to be in New York. Much less raise a child here. And then there's Tyler going back and forth from my apartment to yours, it's confusing for her." Malia said and gave him his plate.
"She's 7 months old. She still thinks her toes are the most amazing thing ever. But I see your point. You want...this is delightful__right...you want stability for her. Are you asking me to move away with you?" Scott asked. She sucked her bottom lip.
"Maybe...I can't ask you to give up your life here but__"
"I have a house California." Scott said.
"A house? As in...owned?"
Malia asked.
"Kind of...it was a gift. From my dad."
"And you're paying rent in this place?" Malia asked shocked.
"It's complicated." Scott said.
"What's the complication?"
Malia asked.
"I hate him."

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