"Harry. Please." I said, rolling the dice. Harry smirked, looking at my dice. "Five." He said. I rolled my eyes. An eleven year old, is beating me in monopoly. "Ha! One!" I yelled. He rolled his eyes. "Im still winning." He said. I rolled my eyes.
"Momma." Nicole said, sitting in my lap. "Uncle Cally." She said. I looked to the door, seeing Calum, holing something. "Cal? You alright? What is that?" I asked. "Play with uncle harry." I told Nicole.
"I. I don't know. It was left for Kyla." He said, showing me the box. "Is that-" "her bra. Yeah. Sent from her ex." Calum said. "She's hooking up with her ex?" I asked. "I. I don't know. I mean, she's coming home late. Not talking to me as much. I think she is." He said.
"Kyla!" I yelled, barging into her room. On her bed, was Kyla, and next to her... Was a shirtless guy. Her ex. "Ashley. It's not-" "let me tell you something," "you cheat on Calum, I swear on my dead baby's life, I will kill you. And I mean it this time. Calum is too fragile." I said. "I-I'm not cheating on Calum." She said. "Sure as hell looks like it." I said.
"Ashley... I have a two year old daughter a-" "back it up." I said. "Her name is Arabella." She said. "Kayden here, is the father. He said he wants me to take her." She said. "Why was there a bra sent to you?" I asked. "Oh. That. Yeah, about that... When Calum and I had a fight, I went to visit Arabella. And I slept there." She said.
"Momma!" Arabella yelled, running into my arms. I picked her up and hugged her. "Calum, this is Arabella. My baby." I said. Calum smiled. "Hi." He said. She smiled. "Daddy." She said, pointing to Kayden's car.
"Have a good life." Kayden said, driving off. "Asshole!" I yelled. "Momma!" Arabella yelled. "Sorry." I replied, taking her from Calum.
"Don't know why you didn't just tell me you had a child." Calum said. "I didn't think you would want to date me." I replied. He rolled his eyes. "Please. Jackie called me daddy for like two weeks." He said. I rolled my eyes. "Night." I said. "Night." He replied.
I know short chapter. But it's late, and I'm tired. And I have writers block.