Roommates?; j.g

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-jack g-

It's been a good few weeks since I last saw Ava. I know I fucked up bad by telling her that in one  of the worst moments possible. 

The. only people that will talk to me are Sammy and Nate. But even with them, our conversations aren't the same as they used to be. 

It's just small talk and minimal responses. 

My own family won't even talk to me but again, it's all my fault.

I should've been honest with her from the start. 

At this point, she's 8 and a half months and the baby could be coming any week now. 

i honestly don't know what I'm gonna do because I'm not gonna be able to be there when she's born. 

I sighed and rolled out of bed, 

There was a knock on the door, then the doorbell rang. 

"Coming!" I yelled slipping on my pants. 

I walked to the door and opened it up, 

It was J and Ava. 

"Hey-" I started. 

"I need to get my stuff." She said. 

"Yeah go ahead, but can we at least talk?" I asked. 

"What is there to talk about?" she asked. 

"Just please. I have so much to say," I begged. 

"I think you've said all that you've needed to. And you definitely made it clear as to where you stand with things at this point." She said pushing past me. 

"No I didn't, please just 45 minutes. You and I." I asked. 

She looked at J then sighed, 

"Fine. I need to get my things and move everything out. Nate, Sammy and J are gonna be back later this week to get all the furniture and stuff. Cameron and I will come back and get everything else." she said.

"For now, I just need a few pair of clothes." she added. 

J and I followed her back to the room where she packed her stuff. 

"Can we talk now?" I asked eagerly, sitting on the edge of the bed. 

"Speak." she said. 

"I know things are really rough between us and the last time we spoke or actually yelled, didn't really end well. I'm sorry that I waited this long to tell you how I felt about all of this. Truth is, I was genuinely happy at certain parts of the pregnancy but as the time got closer, I was starting to get nervous and realize that I'm not ready for this. I want to have a relationship with our daughter even if we're on bad terms. Shit, I even want to be there on the day she's born to hold her. Other than that, you can have what you want and keep everything. Keep the car, go ahead and date J, fuck whoever you want. That's all you but all I want is for my daughter to know that I want to be in her life." I said. 

"Am I supposed to cry now? Just a few weeks ago, you were crying and yelling about how you wanted me to get rid of her because you didn't want her. Now, you want to put on a put show and expect me to give two fucks and shed some tears? Fuck off." she said. 

"Funny part is I didn't ask for your fucking pity. I asked for a relationship with my daughter. Remember, I'm not finished talking. What I was going to go on to say was, I did a lot of thinking over the last few weeks and I realized that I want to be part of her life. I want her to know that I am her actual father." I said. 

"I can't do this right now, I have a doctor's appointment and a birth class." She said walking out with her bag of stuff. 

"That's fine but just know, I'm not going down without a fight." I said. 

She gave me a thumbs up and headed for the door with J grabbing onto her waist.

She must've forgot that I always get what I want...