(Kadynce's POV)
I should have stopped Nixon the other day at the grocery store, but I couldn't.
I couldn't do it, not with Jake standing right there beside me as he bragged about our son.
No, my son.
Jason may look like Jake, but he is my son.
Jake will never compare to me or anything that I do for my kids, especially the kid who shares his DNA. Jake has never done anything for Jason, not the way that I have. He may help out just a little bit with feeding him or even sometimes dressing him, but I do all the hard stuff.
Like, stay up with him all night when he's sick.
Kissing the boo-boos when he falls.
Or even taking him to and from daycare. Jake has never offered to help with any of that, he doesn't even play with him.
Jake is a sorry excuse.
I considered taking Jake and I's relationship to the next level while I was pregnant with Nikki, but that all changed after I had her. Jake became a different person when I told him that I wasn't giving Nikki his last name.
Jake is a drunk and he will never be the person I used to know.
*** A LITTLE OVER THREE YEARS AGO ***
"Are you comfortable?" The nurse asked me, just as she finished adjusting my pillows.
I smiled, but it was one of my fake ones. "It's great. Thank you."
She smiled back at me with a nod. "Let me know if you need anything else."
She then turned to leave the room.
As soon as she was out the door and out of sight, that smile dropped like it was never there. I've gotten good at those smiles, everyone seemed to believe them, even Jake.
He used to be able to see right through them and when he did, bad things happened. Really bad things.
I still couldn't believe that I was in this position, pregnant by a guy who I don't even love.
I want my Daddy...
He knows how to make everything better.
The one I feel most safe with...
It used to be him. But he betrayed me.
I want my Daddy...
Just as I felt that lump in the back of my throat rise, the door to my room opened.
I can't believe I even dared to think it would be Jake. He doesn't care about this baby; he's never showing up.
All he does is treat me like shit.
It was my midwife, Rebekah. "How's it going so far?" She cheered.
Little did she know that I was only five centimeters and I'd been this way for the last six hours. "Baby Jason is being stubborn." I giggled.
Her eyebrows raised. "Already got your name set, I see."
"Oh, yeah." I nodded. "Jason Carter Morgan."
Can't say that I don't like the name. It's just so close to Jake's, that's how he wanted it. He threatened me that if I didn't name our baby what he wanted then I was going to get it. Thank God it was something that I liked.
Because Jake Jr. was where I would have drawn the line.
"It's beautiful." She smiled.
She was so nice to me.
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ChickLit[#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...
