Lucky or Unlucky?

unwanted like me

Sadly as much as I would like to own Dolph Ziggler or the other WWE superstars I dont, Vince McMahon does. I only own Taylor and Nathan. 

“Taylor! Have you found my shirt yet?” asked Nick pulling me away from my thoughts. I knew if I told him that I haven’t even started looking he would start fuming again. I quickly rummaged through the sea of shirt grabbing the black one that he had asked for. Two things ran through my mind; one; why on earth didn’t he just wear another one and two; why he couldn’t find it when it was right in front of his face and instead he trashed the whole room. “Yes honey” I called out to him whiles walking down the stairs to where Nick was sitting with Nathan. I handed him the shirt, he took it and kissed my forehead as a thanks.

“Nate said that he’s hungry give him something to eat whiles I shower then we’ll go shopping before dropping him off at mom’s” said Nick. He ruffled Nate’s hair before turning around and heading back upstairs to shower and get dressed.

I sighed I had gottan used to this. It had become a routine of me and Nick when he was at home behind closed doors. He would get angry at me for something and yell, scream, shout and push me around. Then when he would calm down he would apologise. He’d promise me he would do it again till the next time the circle would start all over again.

I smiled at Nate who looked at me with those big brown eyes that he clearly got from me as I poured him cereal. “This okay champ?” I asked him setting it down in front of him as he sat at the island that his father had me pinned against moments ago, he nodded.

I sighed again, Nate was more aware our fighting than we thought. I made sure that I would make sure that I didn’t say anything to Nick in front of him and Nick wouldn’t yell or push me around in front of Nate. But then again I remember from an early age watching my parents fight not that they did anything to hide it from me. It was clear that I was never wanted. I was a mistake from a one night stand that accrued because the condom broke and when my mother found out she was pregnant my father gave up his dreams and married her. It wasn’t a secret that my father and mother resented me. I never wanted that for Nathan. I never wanted him to feel that he wasn’t loved like me, that his parents constantly fought because of him.

“Mamma, can I have a cookie?” asked Nate quietly. I nodded walking toward the cookies that we had made early so that he could take them for his grandma. I gave him one and the sat down next to him kissing his forehead. It was true that Nathan was not planned but Nick and I had been married and talked about having kids one day. When I had found out I was pregnant Nick and I had been over the moon. It was the start of our own little family. It was decide that I would stay at home with Nathan till he was old enough and Nick would work. I was fine with that because once Nate was born I couldn’t tear myself away from the little life me and Nick had created. I would sometimes sneak in to his room watch him whiles he slept in his crib. I couldn’t believe it at first that I help create this little being. I felt that if I was away from him for a second he would disappear and or that he would cry or need something and I wouldn’t be near him to give it to him or pick him up. It was worth giving up my dream job to spent time with Nate and look after him. Speak of which I would have to speak Nick about going back to work since Nate had started kindergarten.   

I think it was then that Nick started to get so frustrated and irritated with me. Because once Nate was born I spent most of my time fawning over Nate, feeding, changing, washing, naps and clean up after him. I spent more time with Nate than I did with Nick. He was used to me spent all my free time with him when he was home. Don’t get me wrong Nick loves Nate more than anything and is a great father but he seemed jealous that he wasn’t getting the attention he was used to because Nate stole the spot light away from him once he got home.

Nick came in to the room after his shower dressed in a black shirt, grey jeans, black leather jacket and his hair gelled back. “You full buddy?” asked Nick as he walked over to where we were sitting.   Nate looked up at his father with a look on his face that rivalled a puppy that had just been kicked “I want another cookie” he mumbled his big brown eyes shinnying. I looked up at Nick knowing that he wouldn’t be able to say no to that look, Nate had tried and tested that look on me and every time got what he wanted because I couldn’t say no. Nick gave him another cookie and bit in to one himself. Nate looked smug he knew he had won and I couldn’t help but smile know that I was the more stricter then the two of us when it came to Nate and if I could say no to that look Nick had no chance.

“Wow! These cookies are amazing! Where did you get them Nate? The store?” asked Nick in a loud and over exaggerated voice. Nate rolled his eyes “no daddy, it was me and mamma that made” said Nate giggling at his father “really?” asked Nick in disbelief causing Nate to nod his head like a nodding dog toy and giggle. “Well I want another one” said Nick “Nick, he’s already had two don’t give him anymore please and don’t eat all of them we made them for Gran” I told him as he went to give another cookie to Nate who grinned up at his father. “Well, I can be sure Gran is going to love these cookies” said Nick grabbing Nate by the waist and throwing him in to the air and catching him causing him to giggle uncontrollably.

“I’m gonna go get changed real quickly” I told Nick with a smile which he returned as I walked out the room and ran upstairs. I changed in to a pair of grey skinny jeans, white tank top, tan leather jacket, black platformed heels, and left my straight hair opened. I grabbed my tan handbag made sure my phone and everything that I needed was in it and went back downstairs.

“Oh for god sakes Tay, leave the kid alone” groaned Nick as he stood next to the island in the kitchen where I had found them wrestling with each other when I came down. I shot him a look before turning to face Nate as I crouched down in front of him. “Toothbrush, PJs, Mr Moto the teddy...” I counted of the things that he would take with him as we went over it for the fourth time. I pulled his jacket to zip it up as he put the back of his hand on his head turning to look at his father, I pulled him back gently zipping him up and sticking his hat on “yes mom” mumbled Nate.

This was another thing whenever he would go over to his grandmother’s house he would forget something. Then in the middle of the night the phone would ring and I would have to drive over with whatever had been forgotten. Both father and son would look bored and moan about it but every single time there was always one thing that would be missing when he got there. Nick would moan, groan, turn over and go back to sleep whiles I had to go over with the missing item or else Nate wouldn’t go to sleep himself or let his poor grandma sleep either.  

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