A Different Kind of Reputation

With thirty minutes and school work separating Talia and Jason apart from each other, they have to figure out ways to be the best they can be for their baby. From being the school bad boy back in high school, to being the football star daddy in college, Jason has to figure out ways to fit back in with the crowd and keep his reputation as a father. From being the school nerd to the scholar mommy, Natalia has to figure out ways to let loose and have fun while keeping her reputation as a mother. Find out what goes on in this crazy life of Jason and Natalia in the second book, A Different Kind of Reputation.


59. chapter Fifty nine

Jason's POV

I waited for Macey at the bus stop, just like I've done this past week, waiting to take her home from summer camp. Once she ended school, we started finalizing things with the house and started really putting thought into when exactly we will move and how we'll tell everybody. Talia came up with the idea of a vacation to the new house with everyone there and we'll tell them there. However, I came up with just flat out telling them, but Talia insisted on the vacation, which is just going to make things harder on our part, especially Talia.

Although we've been pretty secretive with the move, Jackson has been catching on, and Jackson knows my house like the palm of his hand, one thing goes missing it's like a freakin scene out of CSI. Dust for fingerprints, look for new evidence. All of our family photos are in a box in the new house and he some how picked up on it. Now, he's asking all kinds of questions and it's only a short amount time before he figures it out. After I told Talia about Jackson catching on, she was like a chicken with her head cut off.

"What if he tells Amber?"

"What if he makes you not go?"

"How long has he known?"

"What if he decides to hate us for moving?"

"What if he hates me for taking his best friend from him?"

The bus pulled up after ten minutes of waiting and the kids piled off. Unfortunately, the stop is the first stop of the day and the last stop. Good on our part, bad on Macey's.

Macey came off the bus with her head down and blonde hair covering her face. She didn't even look up to see me, she just kept walking until she got to the truck.

"Mace, what's wrong?" I asked.

"I just wanna go home," she replied. I sighed and unlocked the truck. She hopped into the front seat and just sat there.

"I'm not starting this truck until you tell me what's wrong. Is it the camp?"

"I want to go home!" She yelled as tears coated her cheeks.

"Macey, tell me what's wrong."

She hiccuped before answering, "people are mean. I hate the camp because of the camp councilors. They're mean,"

"How are they mean?" I asked.

"They didn't let me change for the pool and I couldn't swim because they never let me put my bathing suit on. And I couldn't play with the other girls because I talked back to them."

"Are those your councilors?" She nodded and kept her eyes on me as I got out of the truck.

"Excuse me, but you're councilors?" I asked.

"And how may we help you, sir?" She asked, looking me up and down.

"You can't start by not flirting with me, considering I have a girlfriend and start by telling me what goes on at your camp," I replied.

"Who wants to know?" The older looking lady asked.

"I do. My daughter is in the car crying because you didn't allow her to participate in activities and I would like a reasoning." The anger flowing through my body didn't help with the fact these girls were completely bullshitting everything.

"Who's your daughter, sir?"

"Macey Grey,"

"I can assure you, she did nothing wrong. Each week, we take a new camper and take away their privileges so they can see not everything is a given right for them."

"So, you're telling me that my daughter is crying in the car right now because you wanted to teach her a lesson?"


"I'm sorry, but isn't that part up to the parents? If I want to teach my children about rights and privileges, I'll do it myself, not a girl in high school."

"I'm sorry, but aren't you a little young to have a seven year old?" The younger girl asked.

"Let me tell you something, my business is my own business. You don't know what my home life is like. You don't know anything about me just that I'm a father figure to Macey. Maybe she's not daughter but she sure as hell should be. And you might want to keep that mouth of yours closed, considering my own uncle invested in this camp of yours. And you'll be hearing from your boss tomorrow, both of you. Tomorrow, you won't be working in this shit show of a camp anymore."

I opened the truck door and sighed as Macey continued to cry, "its all taken care of, baby. You won't be going back to that camp anymore," she put her head on my shoulder and took a deep breath. "Don't cry like that, okay? You don't want them to see you cry, do you? You're a Grey and Grey's don't cry," I whispered pulling her face up to mine. She nodded and rubbed her eyes.

"Can we go home?" She asked climbing into the backseat. Calling Macey my own child is just natural. We do have legal custody now that Mrs. Grey is living in Florida but actually calling her my own daughter is something I've never done before.

I sat on Macey's bed as she pulled her covers up to her chin. Every night, Talia and I switch kids. Yesterday, I put Tom down for bed and Talia tucked in Macey. Tonight, I get Macey and she gets Tom.

"Can you read me a book?" Macey asked.

"Not tonight, babe. You had a big day today and books will only keep you up. Tomorrow night, though, alright?" She nodded and rolled over in bed.

"Good night, Jase,"

"Good night, Mace,"

"I love you,"

I smiled as my heart warmed, "I love you, too. Now, get to bed." I closed her door and watched as Talia took her shirt off in our bedroom. I walked in and closed the door behind me.

Talia turned to me with no shirt and pajama shorts on, "you never finished telling me what happened," she turned the baby monitor on before walking over to me.

"The fucking councilors choose a new camper every week and take away their privileges so they can see not everything is a given right,"

"What? Who does that? They're seven. I'm not saying they shouldn't know privileges from rights, but Macey knows that. I taught her that when she was five years old. And isn't that up to the parents?"

"That's what I said and you know what they said to me?" She shook her head, "they said aren't you a little young to have a seven year old daughter?"

"Please don't tell me you let your anger get the best of you, because you're doing so well in anger management."

"It didn't. I told them they'll probably be fired after I call their boss,"

She nodded, "so there's something I, um, wanted to tell you. And it's kind of important."


"So, you know I went to the doctors today, yeah?" I nodded. "He found something off about my diet and prescribed a lower dosage of my pills and put me back on anti-depressants. But he said it's only to be safe because this is the time I usually start going off the wagon."

I nodded, "I trust you. Did you talk to him about the thing?"



"Good and bad news. Bad news is if were to happen, we would go through surgeries and tests and doctors which costs lots of money. But having another baby isn't impossible but he put it as unlikely. He said surrogates are great and helpful for circumstances like ours. But he said if I were to get pregnant, I wouldn't carry all the way through. Either I miscarry or they perform a C-section at just shy of Eight and a half months and keep the baby in the NICU for three and a half months, but it comes with risks. You know, heart failure, kidney failure, lung failure, collapsed lung stuff like that. He said if I do plan on getting pregnant in the future, I can be risking a lot with not only my body but my health as well."

"So, we wait. Babe, we don't need to have another baby and we don't need a surrogate. That is all up to you. If that's what you want, we will. I don't want you to risk everything for a baby, alright?" She nodded and walked up to me.

"I'm sorry I can't give you kids anymore," she whispered.

"Hey, you think I care if you give me kids or not? Hell no. I love you because of who you are, not because you gave me a kid," she nodded. "If it helps, I called Macey my daughter today,"

she smiled and looked passed me. "Hey baby, what's wrong?" She asked, kneeling in front of Macey.

"I couldn't sleep. Can I sleep in here with you?" She asked.

"Of course," Talia smiled, quickly wiping her eyes.

"And here comes the other one," I sighed as Tom ran into the bedroom. I picked him up and moved my head out of the way as he laid his head on my shoulder. "Looks like we got a full house tonight,"

Talia nodded and got on her side of the bed while Macey stayed closer to my side.

All I will really ever need is in this queen size bed. My life. My family. That will never change for as long as I am living.

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