(Nixon's POV)
"Uncle Pierce, can we go to the park?" Hunter begged me for the millionth time.
Zayne and Maddy dropped him off thirty minutes ago and he has not stopped whining about it. Meanwhile, I just lay in my bed taking the abuse.
Zayne and Maddy decided to take a break for themselves today and spend some quality time together before Hunter's little sister was born. I can't put into words how excited Zayne was when he showed up at my house hyper like he was on crack or something just to tell me that he was having a baby girl.
I envied him though.
His relationship, his life, his family...
He has all the things I thought I would have by now with Kadynce, but I fucked everything up. Now all I have is fucking meaningless one-night stands with random women who try to make a relationship with me but can never be good enough.
None of them compare to the girl that I already had, the girl I lost.
God, I fucking miss her.
I don't go one day of my life without thinking about her and how I let her get away. And how stupid I was to not realize manipulation and who were my real enemies. I was dumb to let Ms. Daniels into my apartment years ago; I was a fucking idiot. She ruined everything around me, and now I have nothing.
This is my life, having meaningless sex with female strangers, babysitting my best friends' kids, and working.
"Uncle KP, come on." He begged, shaking my shoulders. "Please."
I groaned internally.
I'm stuck with the little shit until this evening or whenever they decide to make an appearance. Not that I don't love my nephew, because I do. It's just sometimes he can be a real fucking chap in the ass, but I never let him see my frustration. I would never dream of taking out my problems on him because I know that sometimes when I'm upset while he's here, it's just me.
Hunter is the absolute best. I love him, he's no baby, he's nine years old and living his best life. And most of the time he is part of my best life.
And I'm a little bitter.
I just want it to be my own kid begging me to go to the park...
Looking over at my clock, it was still early, not enough noon yet. "Hunter..." I groaned, rolling back over.
"Uncle Pierce..." He trailed off. "Please..."
I fake cried into my pillow. "Fine. Give me a minute."
"Yes!" He cheered, running from my room.
Slowly making my way out of bed, I headed straight for the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. By the time I was finished, Hunter had made his way back and was smiling as he sat on my bed.
"Just checking." He shrugged; his blonde hair sat spiked into a green mohawk on top of his head while his blue eyes sparkled with mischief.
I chuckled at the kid and headed for my closet. Looking through my dozens of clothes I finally found an outfit I could work with. I need comfort when dealing with children. That's one thing I like about my life: comfortability. My wealth has made me considerably comfortable. I own more than a few successful auto shops and a couple of dealerships, so I have no problem rolling in money, but I would trade it all in a heartbeat just to have my one true love back.
But she moved across the country just to get away from me.
"Uncle Pierce, come on. My friend is supposed to be there today." He called, snapping me from my reverie.
YOU ARE READING
Wistful
Chick-Lit[#1 Wistful ~ 09/27/2019] I whimpered as all I felt was pain. My heart was ripped out, stomped on, and mutilated by love. I was fooled, who knew how long this has been going on. "Nixon?" Nixon popped out of his sleep like his dreams were on fire. He...
