daddy - j.m

chapter 17 - stay

Jason McCann

"The way she answered our questions and the body language is all we can judge off of right now, and all signs are leaning towards the suicidal and depressed side. Sir, there is no reason why at this point-""

"You're telling me that you don't have a clue about her, huh? You people drive me insane. Get lost."

I regret telling the team to leave. As much as I hated them, Madison needed them.

She was finally awake but I couldn't even be happy about it. I was mad angry at her and couldn't even force a smile onto my face as I walked into our bedroom.

"Why?" I asked her harshly. "Why didn't you tell me? Anyone? Why did you let it get to you? Why the hell did you let everything get to the point where you fucking swallow pills?"

"Don't treat me like this, Jason. I didn't mean it. I didn't even know something was up until last night happened and... information was shared." She stood up and suddenly became more alive than before. "I don't have a fucking mother left. Cut me some slack. Is that so hard?"

"You don't have a mother? Are you fucking serious? Cut you some slack?" I raised my voice beyond what I was used with. "My parents have been dead for 12 years and from experience, no one will cut you any slack so you better get fucking used to it."

The way I stood over her, looking down at her as I narrowed my eyes all the way into hers, made her sit back down. "So you won't cut me any slack? You- you just don't care about me, do you?" Tears didn't matter to me, she could cry all she wanted because it was just that. It was just crying.

"I do care. I just won't let you lay in bed for the rest of your life. You'll get over it faster if we don't keep nagging and complaining about it." I spoke truthfully. "Look. I don't want to be insensitive and all but just get over it already-" Madison flew back on her feet and attacked me with two, three slaps before leaving the room. I quickly ran after her, all the way to the laundry room.

"What are you doing?" The sight in front of me broke my heart slightly. Madison grabbed a couple pieces of clothing, ready to stick it down a bag. I would never admit that it hurt me out loud, but it did. "Let go of the bag. Don't mess with me right now." I said in the coldest tone I could manage to speak in and felt her whole body stiffen. Seeing that she was still holding onto the bag with a strong grip, my selfish self pushed her into the closet door. "Drop it to the floor. Now." I gripped onto her hip and pressed my body against hers. I just wanted her to feel a little bit pressured to stay and a little bit scared to leave.

I messed up. I broke a few promises along with her heart but at the end of the night, she was still in my arms. She was angry but so would I be. The way she needed me by her side at night was the best way of feeling needed.

"Look at her feet," She spoke as Alyssa laid in front of us on our king sized bed.

"They're so tiny." I smiled at her feet, nodding in agreement. "She's beautiful. I feel like we did a great job, baby."

"We did a great job." She giggled. "Yeah."

"Who did a great job? What job?" Blossom asked from behind us.

"Making Alyssa." I spoke, not really realizing which question was up next.

Blossom carefully braided Madison's hair, well, tried to. I could tell that she was thinking hard about what to say by the way her tounge stuck out her mouth. Or maybe she was just concetrating on making her sister's hair look as pretty as a five year old could make it. Then the question hit us when we least expected it.

"How are babies made?"

Madison was quick to leave herself out of it. "I can't really think straight when you're pulling my head in a thousand different directions. Sorry. Jason knows, though."

I sent my girlfriend a cold glare but couldn't prevent the smile growing on my face. "Babies are made... out of love."

"Bullshit." Blossom scoffed, making me look at Madison in shock.

"Where did you learn that?" Madison turned around to speak to her sister.

"I'll let the two of you speak in privacy." I chuckled and scooped Alyssa into my arms and walked out the door, closing the door behind me.

"Alex. What's the planning for tomorrow?" He seemed happy with the fact that I cared a lot more about work.

"I was thinking gym and practice in the morning until lunch and then we have to finish a bunch of guys, they were either two or three, not sure. It was an order, though. They're paying a lot."

"Sounds cool. Not too busy. Is there any way I could have a 50 minute lunch tomorrow?" Alex looked at me, that judging gaze making me a bit worried. "If that's what you want. Remember that you only have 30 minutes on Friday if you choose to."

"Cool. I have a question." He could tell that this was not work related. He even asked me if I wanted to sit down to speak. "Do you still think the same of me?"

"The thug little brother?" I nodded. "You never were like that to me. You have always been just Jason, nothing else."

"So Madison's sister staying here and me having a daughter doesn't make any difference? What about the house? Do the guys say anything now that I haven't really been around? Do they think I'm turning this place into a daycare?" Only now did I realize how I kept going with the questions without lettung him answer them. With every question being asked I made myself look even worse, weak. I displayed how I cared about my reputation.

"This is your house, you own it. I haven't heard any shady shit. They all wanted to meet Alyssa soon, that's all I know. Like even people outside of this state." My eyes lit up somehow, hearing from my own brother that people in the gang have accepted me and my family. "Your daughter is like a little princess to our gang royalty, Jason. Everyone knows about her."

I smiled for a second before I realized it. Everyone knew about her. My own people and the rival gangs.

I really didn't need another thing to worry about.