"Mom!" Ashton yelled. "Honey. We are inside. You don't need to yell." I said. "Mom! There's someone here for you." He said. I sighed.
I walked to the door. And standing there, was the one and only, Sabrina. "Honey, why don't you go check on uncle ash. He's not doing so well." I said. He nodded.
"What are you doing here?" I asked. "You still hate me." She said. "Sabrina. You made my life a living hell!" I yelled. "It was years ago!" She yelled. "Yes! Years of pain!" I yelled. "What did I do to you to make you in so much pain!" She yelled. "You made my baby die!" I yelled. She closed her mouth.
"W-what?" She asked. "That day you kicked me. Too hard. I was pregnant. The baby was injured, and it didn't make it. Which is now happening to my daughter, thanks to your son!" I yelled. "My son did nothing wrong!" She yelled. "You son! The person he is, kicked my daughter, and now her child is dying!" I yelled.
"You said the baby was sick." Someone said behind me. "Ashton." I said. "Your son, killed my child!" He yelled. "I-I." Is all that she could say. "I think it's time you go." I said, pushing Sabrina out.
"Luke! Please!" Skylar begged. "No sky. I don't want another baby." I said. She looked down. She got up, and walked to her drawer. She pulled out a piece of paper, and she read it. "Dear my amazing girlfriend Skylar, I want you to know that we will have as many kids as you would like. We have two amazing children already. More would be so much better." She said. I sighed. "Please." She said. I sighed. "Alright!" I yelled. She smiled. "Thankyou!" She yelled.