𝑠𝑜... 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑘𝑖𝑑𝑠?

𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑚𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒?

The doorbell rings.

Jack opens the door.

"Where is my daughter? "

"Good afternoon to you too, please come in."

She huffs, but gets in anyways.

"Can I get you anything?"

"My daughter."

Jack rolls his eyes and walks to the kitchen.

Gabriela followed closely.

Jack sat down on his chair, next to Zach, who was drawing with Liberty on his iPad.

The brunet looked up and sent her a deathly stare.

"Momma...then what?"

Zach smiles softly.

"Now we shade the drawing."

"Okay...you look like the Walmart version of-"

Zach chuckles.

"Not that shading, I meant shade as in shadows...like this." He shows her.

Jack smiles softly at the view and sits down, admiring his family.

"To make it look more relish?"

"Realistic...re-a-lis-tic...rea-lis-tic...
rea-listic...realistic."

"Rea...lis..tic...realis...tic...realistic."

"There you go princess...you're doing great." Zach pecks her head.

"Thanks momma."

"I love you hun."

"I love you too."

Gabriela was boiling in anger at the sight.

"Thats why you brought me here?"

"Oh no, they must be here at any second now."

"Who-"

The doorbell rings.

"Do you want me to get the door baby?" Zach asks.

"Don't worry angel, I got it." Jack pecks Zach's and Liberty's head and walks to the door.

"Mr. Avery?"

"Good afternoon officers, please come in...my boyfriend made cake, it's almost ready."

The two officers get in and follow Jack to the kitchen.

Gabriela looks at the police in shock.

"You called the police?"

"I did...since you were so keen on wanting to call them, I did it for you."
Jack turns to the officers.

"I believe you are aware of our corrent situation."

"We are Mr. Avery, is this the woman that was calling you?"

"Yes."

"You called the police on me?"

"Yes, I did."

Gabriela gets up and goes to hit him, but the officers stopped her from doing it.

"Miss...please calm down."

Zach looks at Jack.

"I think it's best if you went to the living room to talk. I'll bring the cake in a few." The brunet says sternly.

They all walk out.

"You have a lot of fucking nerve Jack."

Jack grabs his wallet and takes out a faded yellow post it note.