"I hate you." "No, you hate that I won't fuck you"

Lets start off by saying this isn't a 'love story', this is more of a never-ending drama actually. Lacey Hathaway is 18 and has a 2 year old daughter named Genesis. The father of her baby is Jack Gilinsky. Yes THE famous viner Jack Gilinsky. But he's barely in the life of his daughter. His smile may charm some girls but Lacey has seen his true colors. What will happen when Jack randomly shows up in Lacey and Genesis's life years later? Will he get a chance to father his baby? Or will Lacey exclude him from their life forever? How far will Jack go for his child?

"It's 4 A.M., I'm bored and started lurkin, whoops" ⁑ TW: domestic abuse. DECEMBER 2017 - APRIL 2018

'@katiewess ; @jackgilinsky they ship us;)' '@jackgilinsky ; @katiewess who wouldn't?'

**Sequel to Baby Come Back (Jack Gilinsky Fanfiction)** Lacey and Jack go through a never-ending drama trying to plan their wedding day. Will their past come back to haunt them?

"It's easy. Boy likes girl. Girl likes boy. Sex." - Caroline Forbes

"You know I can make you feel better yet you go to him." "I know", I say weakly. Every inch of my body simply belonged to him, for it craved his touch. He steps closer to me. "Can I kiss you?" He leans in slightly, trapping me into his wraths. I gulp, "No." Our lips collide and I feel myself loving it more than I should.

It was the color her cheeks would turn when she was embarrassed. It was the color my cheeks would turn when her tongue swirled around my tip. It was the color of her favorite flower I would get her every time she was "sick." it was the color her ass would shade whenever I would slap it. It was the color of her walls I saw every time we fucked. It was the color of her I sucked on while she tugged my hair moaning my name. It was the color of her lips every time I would press my own against them. It was the color of the sky we would look upon on a cool night as we cuddle into each others warm embrace. It was the color that symbolized love and passion. It was the color pink.

He kept circling and circling his fingers inside me. I couldn't take it. I needed him now. "Jack please", I moan. "Babygirl that's not my name." "Daddy please."

In which a seventeen year old girl becomes the Gilinsky's nine year old son's babysitter.