One Hundred Roses

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.


10. Chapter Ten

How is everyone liking the book so far? I know it's a little fast moving, but it's going to slow down a little more, so it'll be stretched out a little more. If you want something to happen, or if you have an idea for what should happen next, feel free to comment your idea! I would love to hear them and use them! Let me know how you're liking the book! The next update will be soon... I just have to come up with some ideas. 

Jason's POV

"Do you have the diaper bag? Please, tell me you didn't forget the diaper bag." Natalia said, pressing her hand to her forehead in distress. 

"It's in the back, relax." But I knew she couldn't relax. The holidays are getting to her, as well as her emotions. Ever since the whole Jackson deal, which we rarely ever talk about anymore, she's been a little closed off. Not only to her friends but me as well. I can see in her eyes that something is, in fact, bothering her, and I know it's something big, but I can't force myself to ask her what it is. 

"I can't believe we're going to The Hamptons. Remember what happened the last time we were there?" She smiled, looking over to me. 

"Let's not talking about that time." Carly, the kid, Addison, smoking, drinking... all apart of my old life now. I think. My biggest fear is going to The Hamptons, finding a bottle of alcohol, not being able to control myself, smoking more than I need to, and doing things I shouldn't do, especially with a baby around. My reputation is on the line, and I don't need my kid to follow my footsteps and become a smoking, drinking, pot head who sleeps around all the time. Until he finds the girl of his dreams and lives his life with her. Just, God help me, don't get the girl pregnant at seventeen. 

"I think it's great you decided to go early. It'll be good for us, you know?" I drummed my fingers against the steering wheel to the song that played through the speakers of the radio. Father Goose. 

"T, is it really necessary to listen to this Father Goose shit? I mean, come on, the kid's nine months, he doesn't even know what he is, or what's going on right now, let alone listening to a song by a creepy ass guy named Father Goose, who's probably a drug dealer."

"Always so modest."

"I'm just waiting for that stupid... Wonder Pets song to come on next." 

She laughed, "The phone, the phone is ringing. The phone, we'll be right there. The phone. The phone is ringing. There's an animal in trouble, there's an animal in trouble somewhere." She looked over at me. "Oh, come on, Jason, live a little. Come on, this is the childhood song right here." 

"Linny, Tuck, and Ming-Ming, too, we're Wonder Pets and we'll help you." 

"There you go!" She clapped her hands together and looked out the windshield. "What's gonna work?"

"Teamwork," I said flatly. 

"Come on, Jase. We have another hour ride ahead of us. Show some emotion."

"Teamwork," I said, more enthusiastically. "Happy?" 

"Very." She smiled. "What's gonna work?"


"We're not too big and we're not too tough, but when we work together we got the right stuff!" She's way too enthusiastic about this one. 

"Go Wonder Pets." 

"See, was that so bad?" 


"So dramatic." She laughed, shaking her head. 


It felt like hours driving to The Hamptons. In a car ride that was supposed to only take one whole hour, it ended up being more like three hours. Between stops to the bathroom, stopping the car to change the baby, stopping the car to Talia could feed the baby, stopping the car so Talia could put the baby back to sleep. Between all of that, the Toddler Tunes and the singing of old Nick Jr. shows... I've been so excited to pee by myself. 

We still have thirty minutes to go, and being able to stand up... it just feels like a whole new world. No, being able to stand up and pee feels just amazing. I've had so much relief to get out of a car before, until now. We're crammed into Talia's small ass car, with a baby in the backseat, me driving and Talia in the passenger seat with her damn V-neck T- shirt and her damn skinny jeans with my damn hat on. I needed this bathroom quick before I did something stupid. 

"Jase, are you alright in there?" I looked at my phone. Well, shit, I've been in this damn rest stop for ten minutes. Why does she get to take ten minutes in the bathroom, but she gets worried when I'm in here for ten minutes? Not fair. Not fair at all. 

I washed my hands, dried them and made my way to the car. "Took you long enough." 

"Well, excuse me. God forbid I take ten minutes to pee."

"You shouldn't need ten minutes. You're a boy. You unzip, pee, re-zip."

"I'm gonna pretend I didn't just hear you say that." 

"Ready for more singing?"

"God, please! No more singing! I can't take it anymore!" 

She laughed and nodded, "figured as much. I'll leave the radio up to you." 

"Thank you." I sighed, pressing the buttons to the radio. I looked over to Talia, but she only shifted uncomfortable in the seat. "You good?" 

"Yeah." She sounded uneasy like something was bothering her. 

"Is there something wrong? Something I can help with?" This has been happening lately. Talia, nowadays, shifts in the chair and then excuses herself to the bathroom. The worst is when we go out, and she has to do it. She never tells me why she just goes and does her thing. 

"Umm... nope." 

"Talia, tell me what's wrong, so maybe I can help."

"Just go into the bag and get me the pill bottle." I groaned and got out of the warm car, ran around to the trunk and grabbed the diaper bag. Taking the pill bottle out of the bag, I checked the label. I closed my mouth before walking back to the front of the car. 

"You read the label, didn't you?"


"See why you can't help me now?"


"I mean unless you wanna help me p-"

"Nope. Stop with what you're saying. I was there when the doctor gave you these, and I don't need another explanation." She laughed and popped the pill in her mouth. "I thought you were...done with that time?" 

"It's just because I didn't pump today. You know, they leak, so I-"

"As much as I would love to have a conversation about this... I really don't want to hear it."

"So you don't want to hear about the process of p-"

"Gross, no. Just... take the pill and be quiet."


"Now what? I swear, if you tell me one more thing about your boobs, I may flip."

"I need to pump."

"You're kidding. Now?"

"Yes, now. I'm leaking."

"Jesus Christ. Fine. But you gotta get it."

"What! I can't. I have two wet spots on my white shirt. You need to get it."

"Do you know how weird it would look if a guy, my age, goes out into the trunk and pulls out one of your... weird pump things."

"Jase, it's very normal for this to happen. Just, please, go and get me the pump."

"I hate this." 

"I know you do. But that's why I love you."


I told Talia I would unpack all of her stuff, thanks to Tom doing a number on himself. Guess yogurt on the go in the car isn't working well for him. I have the clothes to prove it. And the diaper. Not only did he vomit all over himself, but he did a great number in his diaper. If someone told me he isn't my kid, I would just show them the diapers to prove it. That's definitely my kid. And his baby farts, totally mine. 

"Babe, everything it set up. I got the cradle set up too for Tom for when he sleeps... babe?" I looked around the main living room, but Talia wasn't there. It's not like she could get lost in the house, she knows where everything is now. 

Entering the second living room, Talia laid on the couch with her phone in one hand and Tom on her chest, sound asleep. Talia's shirt was halfway up her stomach, due to the baby feet, and her shirt was extremely low on her chest, due to the clawing nails pulling it down. Her left hand, the hand without the phone, was set on Tom's small back, with her fingers spread apart.

Summers11: Obviously some mother-son bonding going on in The Hamptons. I think I've been replaced. Why am I feeling jealous? @Grey_11

I put my phone in my pocket, only to hear it ding once, then again. I'm sorry. The text came from one person I didn't think I would hear from. What happened was bad. I wish I could take it back. I need my friend, Jay. We need to talk when you come back. Please. See you when you get back from the Hamptons. Hope you have a great time. You deserve it. Tell Talia I said I'm sorry.

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