"Jaxon we're gonna be late!"
"Good! I don't wanna go."
"No no, we've been on a 5-week streak! Get your ass downstairs so we can leave." I hear her losing her patience downstairs.
I groaned loudly which makes her scoff. "What are you 13? Get your ass down here!"
I quickly went down the stairs to see Brynn standing there glaring at me. She was wearing a pair of jeans, a fitted black top, and her vans.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer." She grabs her hand pulling me out the door.
She opens the door for me and pushed me inside closing it behind her.
She gets in the car and I glared at her. "I'm supposed to be the one opening the door for you."
"Eh who cares." She waved it off.
"I do. I'm the man in this relationship."
"Yeah but you're acting like a little boy right now so fix it." She claps back. She sped out of the driveway and goes to my therapy office.
I've been going to therapy for five weeks. Every time we went Brynn would drag me out of bed and force me into the car.
It's starting to make me feel like a girl. A little 13-year-old girl.
Dr. Alex has been nice, but I just didn't want to talk about my problems. It was hard for her to get me to let out what I was keeping it but eventually, by week three she got it out.
Every session she'd ask me the same 17 questions for a check-up and it wasn't terrible but it wasn't bad.
Brynn would always sit in the front either talking to the workers or she was constantly on her phone. She waited every second.
Last week's talk with Dylan got me thinking about how I wanted to ask Brynn to go on a date and where I wanted to take her.
She deserved the best and only the best.
We'd arrived at the office and Brynn was pushing me inside. "C'mon child, it's time for your appointment." She says patting my head.
The workers inside smiled. "You guys are adorable."
Brynn and I just looked at each other smiling. "Thank you." I thanked the ladies at the desk.
"Now go on. Express yourself. Free your thoughts. I'll be waiting out here." Brynn told me.
I rolled my eyes with a smile. "Fine."
I go into the office, greeting my therapist. She was middle-aged, with straight black hair, her skin had a couple of wrinkles but she always held the biggest smile that just made you warm up inside.
"Good afternoon Jax, how has your week been?" She asks flipping through my file.
"Good. The nightmares aren't as bad anymore."
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His Angels
Romance[STANDALONE] Jax Monroe is a teenage father. Before playing the role of a father he had the role of a player. He slept with different girls every night. One day his one night stand drops off his baby and leaves. It is now his responsibility to take...