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.


34. Chapter Thirty Four

Jackson. Jackson. Jackson. Jackson.

Natalia's POV

I brought my knee up to my chest as I sat on my desk chair in my dorm room with a smile on my face as I watch Jackson goof off in his tent. He went from being all serious about Jason and I, to being all goofy and giggly. How he does it, I don't know.

"Oh, I got something for you," Jackson informed.

"Jackson," I groaned.

He laughed as his camera delayed a little, "in my defense, you only turn Nineteen once and I'm not there to celebrate with you because if I was, there would be a huge party right about now going on and I would be the main part,"

"If you weren't dating Amber, I would think you were gay, I swear,"

"Should I take that offensive?" I shrugged and looked down to the package on my desk. "Open it, T," I sighed and picked the package up and opened it as I was told to do so.

"You did this for me?" I asked, holding up the picture frame. The frame contained a photo of Jason, Jackson, Amber, and I at Tommy's christening when he was five months old. Jackson held Tommy in his arms and Amber's arm was looped in Jackson's as well as mine and Jason's was wrapped around my waist.

"There's one more thing. Look on the bottom, probably underneath all the tissue paper," I removed the paper from the bottom of the box and picked up the CD case. "Now, I know Jase got you another laptop, so pop that baby in your old one and check it out. While I'm on camera," I sighed and did as I was told so.

The first thing that popped up was a baby picture of me followed by a bunch of other pictures. "My hair," I laughed as a picture of me when I was two popped up on the screen. "Mom, what were you doing with those outfits," I smiled as three year old me in overalls showed up.

"Happy birthday baby," my mom smiled at the camera.

"Happy birthday, Talia," I laughed and nodded. He finally got it right.

"Happy birthday Natty," I smiled a cheesy smile and watched as Zack tried his best to say Happy birthday. Other pictures popped up on the screen, mostly of Amber, her family and I when we were younger. Pictures of me and her in the hospital room when her little brother was born five years ago, pictures of us at Liliana's wedding, proposal and baby shower.

"Happy birthday, sweet cheeks," Amber smiled. I laughed and wiped my tears as all the memories came flooding into my mind. Sweet cheeks. High school. All those puppy dog names.

"Happy birthday, honey. We love and miss you so much," Liliana smiled as she held Little York on her lap. All of Amber's closest friends call her little brother Little York because he's literally the baby in the family and he's the baby York.

More pictures popped up on the screen of Uncle Cile and I from when I was just born to just a couple weeks ago when I came home. The first picture that popped up was when I was just born and still in the hospital, couldn't be more than a day old and he held me in his arms that looked so weak at the time. He was only ten at the time, but he was still so excited to have a niece. The cheesy grin on his face says it all.

"Happy birthday, T. I can't believe you're Nineteen, feels like just yesterday you were screaming in my arms at my house. Anyway, I hope you're having the best day today and I can't wait to see you again. I miss you and so does Serena and Amanda," I smiled.

After uncle Cile, pictures of Jackson and I popped up on the screen. All the selfies we took together when we were dating in middle school and all the pictures we had of each other. Pictures at our eighth grade formal.

"Happy birthday, T. I love you and I wish I could be there to celebrate with you,"

"I love you too," I smiled, looking to my camera. He smiled and nodded and watched as the pictures changed to Jason and I. I never realized how many pictures we had of each other until they were all put into a collage, way too many pictures. When we first met, the funeral, the wedding, my mom's wedding, Amber's sister's wedding, graduation, prom, baby showers, vacations, when Tommy was just born, his christening, his birthday party, my birthday party. Way too many pictures.

"Happy birthday, baby. I love you so much and I'm so sorry that I can't be there to celebrate your birthday with you today. I know our schedules are insane right now but I promise I'll make time to spend with you and we will celebrate on our own terms. I love you," I wiped my tears and smiled.

"Can you say happy birthday to mommy?" I covered my mouth with my hands as Tommy appeared on the screen as he played with Jason's keys. When was this even filmed?

"Ma," I laughed and wiped more tears. That's my baby boy. Lastly, a bunch of words popped up on the screen and pictures of my dad and I followed. Up until I was fourteen, the pictures just flowed.

"Today is April fifteenth, 1999, and today is Natalia's first birthday. And here's her mother dressing her up like a doll on her big day,"

"Nathaniel, stop," my mom laughed as she changed my diaper. This time, I didn't even bother to wipe my tears, I just let them flow.

"Where's my birthday girl?" Little me clapped her hands and smiled widely. "There she is!" The video switched to an older version of me and Dad recording the same thing.

"Today is April fifteenth, 2006, and today is Natalia's eighth birthday. It's a Wednesday and Taylor let her stay home from school to spend the day with her loving family,"

"Excuse me, Miss. Grey, how do you feel on this crappy April morning?"

"Dad," eight year old me whined. "Put it away," I smiled and watched as Dad turned the camera back around to him.

"Girls," the videos went on until I was thirteen years old, exactly the same way. Each time, his smile would get bigger and bigger. And so would mine.

"Today is April fifteenth, whatever year it is, and my baby girl is Nineteen years old. One more year until you're twenty, baby. I've made these videos for you since the day you were born and nothing will stop me now. I'm at the firehouse right now recording all these videos and I'm waiting to get a call. There was an explosion near by but we haven't gotten a call yet. They said the building is bursting into flames so, I wanted to make this video for you. Baby, I love you so much, don't forget that. I want you to celebrate your nineteenth birthday with the people who love you, just like your mother and I do. And always will. If we get the call and if I don't make it out, I want you to know how much I love you and how proud I am of you. But today is your birthday and I shouldn't make it depressing. I remember when I found out you were a girl, I was ecstatic, I could barely contain myself. And then I held you in my arms and everything just fell into place. You opened your eyes and you looked up at me and my whole world just fell into where I wanted it to be. You were... perfect. And you were mine. And every time I look into those big blue eyes of yours, I find myself going back to the very first moment you looked at me, with the same blue eyes. I always dreamt of them, you know?"

"McKinley, we got the call!" Dad returned to the camera and smiled.

"I don't know if this is goodbye or not, but baby, I love you so much and I hope you have the best life with it without me. Keep jamming to those songs in the car too, best part of my mornings. Happy nineteenth birthday, snug bug," he turned the camera off, leaving me in a trail of tears.

"Thanks, pal," I whispered, wiping my tears. Ever since I was little, my dad would call me snug bug, because I would always snuggle up to him on the couch and I would bring my knees up to chest and basically become a ball. I used to be obsessed with lady bugs, so everything I owned had to deal with lady bugs; pajamas, pillows, towels, toys. And that's where the name came from.

I moved back to the camera and wiped the remaining tears from my face. "Thank you so much, Jackson,"

"Oh, I only sent the video. I didn't make it,"

"Who did?"

"Jase and Am made it. They got all the people to record themselves and they found the tapes from your dad in your mom's closet up top in a box."

"Still, thank you,"

"I have one more thing," he smiled, reaching down.

"Will it make me cry? I haven't cried this much on my birthday ever," he pulled out a cupcake with a candle on the top and smiled as he lit the candle.

"Make a wish and I'll blow it out," I laughed and closed my eyes. What should I wish for? Do I really need anything else? I nodded and opened my eyes. Jackson blew the candle out and put it on the side.

"I would eat the candle but we had strict directions not to eat anything that was on the ground. Chemicals and bugs and stuff," I nodded and pulled my hair to the side.

"So, any plans?" Jackson asked.

"Nope, staying in and finishing a paper that's due tomorrow. Ronnie may drag me out to dinner tonight, but I don't know. I went out with her on Friday, so who knows," he nodded and rubbed his chin. "What?"

"I just wish I could be there with you,"

"You are with me. You're talking to me and you're looking at me. And you even helped me blow out my candles," he laughed and nodded.

"I have to go now, but I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday,"

"Thank you," I smiled.

"I love you,"

"Love you too, I'll see you soon," he nodded and the screen got dark. Happy birthday to me. But seriously, this might be the best birthday just because I got to see the videos of my dad recording.

"Addison, this is great," I smiled as I opened the menu. Since it's my birthday, Addison decided to treat me to dinner along with Phoebe who still had her ring on her finger.

"Any date for your wedding yet?" I asked.

"We're waiting for a little, at least until we graduate,"

"So, in what? Two years?" Phoebe nodded and looked down to her Sprite in the cup on the table. "How about you and Jason?"

"It's... complicated,"

"You didn't break up again, right? Because trust me, mom doesn't need to go through that again," Addison said.

"No, we didn't break up. But we just aren't on great terms with the timing of the wedding,"

"Which is?" Phoebe asked, finally picking up her cup.

"Two years from now, which means I'll only be a junior in college. And still only in pre-Med. I won't even be in medical school yet,"

"Did you tell mom this?" Addison asked, putting his hand on his chin. I shook my head. "If I were you, I would just let things go. Mom knows more about waiting for the wedding than you think," I looked at him.

"Mom was supposed to be married to my dad when she was pregnant with Ade and Bria, and well, things didn't turn as planned. Dad ended up breaking things off with her because he was only a teenager and didn't want to get married yet. He said a kid was enough. So they were friends for a while until the girls were about two or three and then they got married at city hall,"

"So, what does that have to do with me?"

"They were engaged for a couple years, maybe three or four. You know, things were different back then for my parents. They loved each other since they were kids. And that made them look at things differently. Mom doesn't want you to end up like her and my dad,"

"Well, don't I feel like a bitch," I laughed, picking up my glass of water.

"Anyway, enough wedding talk, let's talk about the fun," Phoebe smiled. "Parties, clubs, drinking,"

"I only went to two parties and didn't get drunk," I whispered.

"What? The year is over in May and you only went to two parties the entire year?" I nodded. "Why?"

"Focusing on my studies and on how to be a good role model for my kid, you know? I don't want him to grow up and look at my accomplishments and see that I was a partier or a drinker at college while he was home. I want him to know I fought every day at college and that I did what I needed to do and I left to see him. I want him to realize there's more things in life than partying."

"Don't let Jason raise him, then." Addison laughed.

"Actually, Jason said if he ever grows up to be a huge partier and if he shows any signs of what Jason was... is like, he'll show him it's not good. Jason is setting a very good example to Tommy right now. He has his fun and games but then he's strict,"

Addison nodded and looked down to his phone on the table. He put his glass down on the table and stood up. "We gotta go,"


"You too,"

"Still didn't answer my question,"

"Bria got into an accident,"

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