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.

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40. Chapter Forty

Jason's POV

Exhaustion. Happiness. Curiosity. All the emotions swirled around my mind as I sat in the hospital room watching; staring at my cousin as she laid on the bed. Her hands moved up and down, her head moved left to right. Her legs kicked up and down. Her mouth opened and closed. All working functions, but could they all work together?

"Bria, can you hear me?" I watched as the doctor pushed his two fingers in front of her eyes and waited until she moved her eyes and head towards the doctor. "Good, you can. Now, I want you to tell me the number of fingers I'm holding up, okay?" Bria nodded and waited.

"One,"

"Um, six,"

"Four,"

"Ten,"

"T...two,"

"E...e...eight."

"Sev...en,"

"N...ine,"

"Now, count how many fingers you have on your hands for me."

"One. Two. Three. F...four. Five. S...ix. S...seven. Eight. Nine. T...t...en." The doctor nodded and smiled to her, showing her she did great.

"Do you remember these people in the room, Bria? Can you name them for me?"

"Jason. Adelaide. Addison. Mom. Dad."

"There are two more people, can you name them?" Bria shook her head as her eyes moved around to Talia and Edward. "Say your names for her, please,"

"Talia,"

"Edward," I took Talia's hand in mine and felt as her hand twitched slightly, wanting to reach out to Bria. She leaned her head on my shoulder and squeezed my hand as the doctor dismissed himself from the hospital room.

"Mommy," Bria said, holding her hand up to Aunt Sally.

"Yes, baby?"

"When I swerved the car... I saw Aunt Alex," I let go of Talia's hand quickly. Aunt Sally looked up to me as my heart raced faster and faster. Nobody mentioned my mom since she died and nobody dared to until now.

Natalia's POV

Watching Jason run out of the hospital room was a sight I never saw. Watching him stand down from a fight is something I've never seen. Just watching him sit in the waiting room on the dirty floor is emotional. With his hands covering his eyes and his head hung low.

"Hey," I whispered sitting next to him on the floor.

"Don't know what hurts more. The fact that she can't remember her best friends and nephew or the fact that she said she saw mom," he said, lifting his head up.

"I think it's both. Since your mom died, nobody spoke about her and now Bria did and you have the pain of remembering she's dead. And now on top of that, you have the pain of Bria not remembering me and Edward and Sapphire and Tommy. And it's just weighing down on you,"

"You know, I really hope this guy didn't make it out alive. I hope he rots in hell,"

"Don't say that. He doesn't deserve anything but to be okay and to be put in jail for what he did. Nobody deserves death, and nobody deserves to rot in hell,"

"This guy does, he deserves every bit of karma and pain that comes in his life for doing this to Bria. She's practically my sister and now seeing her go through this... I just can't take it anymore, Natalia."

"Take what, Jase? Talk to me."

"Take the looks from everyone when I pass by them. Take the pressure on my chest when something bad happens. Take the fake smiles from Jackson. From Amber. Even from you. Nobody's happy here anymore, T. Nobody. It's like we're all just putting on a show just for people to see, but we don't feel happy."

"I don't understand, babe," I whispered.

"We're not happy, Talia. C'mon, it's not that hard to see. You don't call me anymore and you don't text me. You never call me during the day and you never ask what I'm doing at night."

"That's because you're hanging out with Matt and your friends. I don't want to be that girlfriend who holds you back,"

"But I want you to be. I want you to call me up at four in the morning and tell me you need me. I want you to text me when I'm out with the guys. Because when I'm with the guys, we do stupid shit and that stupid shit turns into more stupid shit. And I can't afford to do stupid shit. You save me from doing stupid shit."

"Babe, there's a lot of stuff going on in our lives right now. I want you to go out and do stupid things. Go out and live your life. And we are happy. We're gonna get married and watch our baby boy grow up and watch our friends our friends have fun."

"As long as we're here, we won't be happy. Not with friends, not with family. Don't you see? Brooklyn is holding us back from our lives. Shouldn't we live our lives happy? We can't do that as long as we're in New York. Between the fights we continue to have, we will never be happy living here. Living in Brooklyn. There are too many pasts here for us to continue on."

I shook my head, "you're not making any sense right now, Jase."

"Let's move, get away from here. From our pasts, from the life, we have right now. Away from out lies and secrets."

"I... Jase, we can't. We can't just pack our things and move suddenly."

"Why not? Give me a good reason as to why we can't,"

"Because we need to find a place to live in a nice neighborhood, find cars, a house with enough rooms for us, for Macey to visit, for our friends to visit. We need a child-friendly neighbor. Sell the house we live in now, which could take months, even years. And not to mention, it's your childhood house. I mean, this is where we grew up, and you want to leave it all behind?"

"If it means we don't have to fake anything anymore, then yes, I would leave behind my shitty childhood to spend a happy life with my girlfriend and watch my son have the best childhood I can give him somewhere else, where you don't get looks or talked about. Because, Talia, I'm tired of it."

"We can't leave, Jase. Not now."

"Why, dammit!? Why can't we!?"

"Because... Amber. She's pregnant."

"Guys, we found the guy who caused the accident," Jason looked up quickly to the medics. Behind the medics was the last person Jason needed to see. Ever. 

"You son of a bitch." 

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