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.


28. Chapter Twenty Eight

Natalia's POV

I wiped my eyes, getting rid of my tears as I turned myself towards Jason in the bed. His eyes remained closed and he remained motionless. Nightmares aren't fun, especially when you have the love of your life next to you, not moving.

"Jason," I poked his side.

"Jason, please wake up."

"Jason!" By now, heavy tears kept falling and it got harder and harder to breathe.

"I'm up. I'm up," Jason said, sitting up. I closed my eyes and tried to stop the tears from coming. "What's wrong? What happened?"

"Just a nightmare. Terrible, terrible nightmare. Can you just hold me, please?"

He took me in his arms and put my head in his chest. His heart. Still beating. "Wanna talk about it?"

"No, today is Tommy's day."

"You can still talk about it. He'll never know."

"I really don't want to. If it happens again, then we'll talk about it." He nodded and let me get up.

I walked into the hallway and smiled widely. "Well, what do we have here?" I asked, walking to Tommy who stood in the middle of the hallway. "How did you even get out?" As I walked towards him, he ran to his room, trying to get away from me.

"Oh, I see. You turn one and you think you're so strong." I walked into his room and smiled as he sat on his little chair. "Come on, baby. We gotta go see daddy," I walked to him but all he did was sprint out of the room, away from me.

"Don't go down the stairs!" I ran back into the room and sighed. "Have you seen him?"

"Who?" Jason asked.

"The baby!"

"Oh, nope. Haven't seen him."

I looked down to the bed and looked closely as the covers moved next to Jason. "Hmm, so why is the bed moving?" I climbed onto the bed and lifted the covers up quickly. "Gotcha!"

I laid Tommy on his back and tickled his belly. He laughed loudly and kicked his feet and squirmed around on the bed. "How old are you today?" He held up one finger. "That's right! You're one!"

"What time is everyone coming over?" Jason asked, crossing his legs.

"I said one, but your family will be here probably sooner and mine will probably be here later. So, who knows." He nodded and picked Tommy up.

"Somebody needs a bath. And a diaper change." Jason said.

"Do you want me to do it or you?"


Jason turned the water in the tub on as I undressed Tommy. "Alright, water is good," I put Tommy in the water and climbed in with him. With Tommy, he won't bathe. At all.

I put water over his head and waited for Jason to put the shampoo on top. "Ready?" Jason asked, showing Tommy the bottle of shampoo. Tommy shook his head and moved his arms around in the water.

Instead of putting Shampoo on Tommy, the soap went all over myself and my clothes. "Jason!" I yelled, as Jason continued to laugh, as well as Tommy. I smirked and splashed Jason with the soapy tub water.

"Not so funny is it?"

"What's going on in here?" Jason and I both turn our heads to the door to see Sally and Mike standing there. "We come over early to help out with the party and you're both goofing around?"

"Tommy needed a bath,"

"Apparently all of you did."

"What do you need again?" Jason asked, standing up from his kneeled position.

"We came over to help you two set up. Now, why don't you finish giving him a bath and come downstairs and help us?"

"Um, we still need to eat." I said.

"You haven't eaten yet? Jesus Christ, what am I raising? Two hooligans, that's what it is."

"Oh, you love us."


"Aunt Sally!" Jason yelled, walking to his aunt.

"Don't do it," she said, stepping back.

"Jason, don't you dare."


"I love you!"

"Look at all of your friends, baby." Tommy smiled and ran around the house.

"Jason, he has socks on. Can you make sure he doesn't slip and fall?"

"So, how's everything going?" Jackson asked.

"Everything is great. My medication is slowing down, less dosage on my anxiety pills." I replied, finally sitting down.

"And how about your eating pills?" He asked as Jason sat down with Tommy on his lap.

"Same thing. Less dosage. He's keeping me on them because I do skip meals, not because I feel like it, but because I simply don't have time. But how about you? When are you leaving?"

"Next Wednesday. And I don't come back for four years."

"Even if you're hurt?"

"Even if I'm hurt,"

"Natty, can we have cake?"

"Babe, what time is it?" I turned to Jason.

"Three thirty."

"We can, yeah. You wanna come help me?"

"Can I do the candles?"

"You can put them in. But I have to light them."

"Can I cut the cake?"

"No, Jason and Tommy are cutting the cake."

"But why?"

"It's Tommy's birthday, baby." She frowned. "But who said you can't give Tommy his presents?"

After everyone sang happy birthday to my little one year old, Jackson and Nick bounced their heads back and forth in hopes to get Tommy to put his face in the cake. And sure enough, after enough times, he sure did it.

"That's my boy!" Jason yelled. Everyone laughed and clapped as Tommy looked to me with his hands in a fist and a big smile on his face. He looked at his hands, then his smile dropped.

"Oh, no. Don't cry, baby." I said, taking him out of his highchair.

"Good job, guys." Jason said, standing beside me.

"Um, you were apart of it." He frowned. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up." I walked up the stairs with Tommy screaming in my ear. I looked at my shoulder to see Tommy wiping his face with his hands trying to get the cake off of his face, which wasn't working because all it did was put the cake and icing on his hands which made him scream even more.

"Why're you crying baby? It comes off," he shook his head, making icing fly onto my blouse. "No, baby, it doesn't. No hurt," I held onto Tommy with my one arm, reached down to the cabinet then stood back up as I felt a hand on my back side.

"Need help?" Jason asked, keeping his hand on my back.

"Jesus, you scared me. But yeah, could you just hold him? He's too squirmy for me to do this on my own." Jason took the baby in his arms and held him as I cleaned Tommy's smooth face off with the wash cloth.

"No more, baby. All gone," I smiled, looking at my clean baby's face. He looked down at his clothes and pointed to them.

"No," he shook his head.

"No?" He nodded. "Want me to change your clothes?" He nodded.

"Here, I'll do it. You go ahead downstairs and check on everyone. I think Jackson and Nick are trying to peek at the presents."

"You sure? He's screaming, babe. I know how you are when he cries."

"I'll be fine. You just go downstairs,"

"Okay, thank you." When Tommy cries, Jason always ends up getting somewhat emotional because he just doesn't like when people cry. Even when I would cry, he would literally start crying with me. All the times I would cry and he would start, it's because he can't help the emotion and the feeling he gets. I always felt like that's the reason why he never cared about anyone because he didn't want people to see the emotion he has.

I remember I asked him about all the girls he's made cry, even though it was a hard conversation for me; and it still is, for myself and for him, we still talked about it. He told me whenever he would let a girl down, he would never look at them in the eye and be would usually do it over the phone or text.

I also had the conversation. The conversation about how many girls have slept in his bed. What made me do that, I don't know, but I feel like it's something I should know now. And since dating Jason for two years now, it's safe to say I should officially know.

Jason never wanted to talk about it at first, always putting it off or giving an excuse about the baby or something like that. Sometimes getting me off topic about what I was wearing that day or about what I was eating. And when he finally decided he was ready to tell me, it was definitely a higher number than I expected. Lets just say the number was so high, I went out that afternoon to get new sheets for his bed so I wouldn't ever have to sleep on those old and gross sheets. Ever again. I don't think any amount of showers could rinse off the amount of bodily fluids I felt like I had on my body. Including my own!

"Where's Jason?" My mom asked as she pulled the glass of water away from her lips.

"Tommy didn't like the cake on his clothes so he made Jason change his shirt."

"Usually all babies like shoving cake in their face. Are you sure he isn't special?"

"Mother, for the last time, I'm sure my child isn't 'special', he just doesn't like the cake on his face. Something he gets from me."

"I'm just making sure. Remember what Liliana went through with Mikey when he was that age? All the tests she had to get done?"

"Mom, say one more thing about my child like that and I'll make you go home. This is Tommy's first birthday party and I really don't want my own mother bullying her grandson, alright? And you know what, even if he was what you call, 'special' Jason and I would still love him no matter what, just like Mrs. York does with Mikey. And mom, Mikey isn't 'special' he's unique. Top of his class last year and this year. Smartest kid in every single one of his classes. He built a freaking robot this year. Yeah, he has his issues, but so does everyone else? So what if my kid doesn't like cake on his face. I really don't care. Let him cry because he doesn't like it, it's something we all know for the future."

"Hey, baby. I gotta talk to daddy. How about you go to Uncle Jackson?" Tommy smiled widely, in his new shirt and pants and ran his way to Jackson.

"What's up?" Jason asked as we walked into the kitchen.

"My mom is up my ass again about Tommy,"

"Seriously? You're letting this get to you? Babe, he's perfectly healthy."

"I know. It's just, every time she says something it's always like she's thriving for me to give in, you know? First it was the development issues because we didn't put the helmet on him. Then it was the walking and talking issues and saying how I'm not being a good mother because I'm at college, now it's the stupid special needs. And I keep telling her she's wrong and that even if he was special needs, who cares? But she keeps coming back for more,"

"When did she say shit about walking and talking? And why wasn't I aware of it?"

"A couple weeks ago. She says we should be potty training him, feeding him people food, letting him walk around more and teaching him to talk." Jason shook his head and walked out of the kitchen with me clinging onto his arm, trying to hold him back.

Jason pointed his first finger at my mother, "you listen to me and you listen closely," everyone stopped what they were doing all around the house and watched as Jason continued, "you can say all you want about me, all you want about my family and Talia, but you bring my kid into it, that's when we have a problem. You think I need to hear you saying he's developing wrong or he needs to be potty trained? Take a look at him, Taylor! He's growing perfectly fine! He's healthy as can be. And you know what? He's one years old, name one kid who was potty trained at one? You need to get over yourself, Taylor. Seriously? Bullying your own damn grand kid? I knew you were a horrible mother but I didn't think you'd swoop down this low."

"Tommy, baby, come over here by mommy," I said, holding my hand out. He ran over to me and bumped into my legs and just giggled. I picked him up and stood next to Jason.

"I need, no, want you to take a look at this kid and tell me has issues. Because, I mean, you're both obviously the pro parents here, right? It's funny, you would think I would be the one who grew up terribly and had a horrible childhood, but you know what? You made your own daughter's life a living hell and I won't let you do that to my, our, kid. Understand?"

Tommy nodded his head, "not you baby," I whispered, putting my hand on his cheek.

"And let me tell you something. Your daughter, the one who you didn't raise at all, the one who went through hell her whole life, the one who lost her dad and her mom wasn't there to hold her because she was fucking her dead father's best friend, yeah, she's one of the best mothers I've ever seen. I've grown up around all woman and let me tell you, she's close up there with those woman. So, don't you ever say Talia is a terrible mother for going off to college, if anything, she's a great mother for doing that. She's showing her child what it's like to want something, even though it may be rough. And you need to praise her for that. She's a way better mom than you ever were."

I looked down to the ground, trying to hide the unwanted tears. "So, with the being said, this is my kid's first birthday and I don't need a bitch here to ruin it by bullying him. So I'm kindly asking you and Zac to leave my house."

"I'm his grandmother!" My mom fought.

"Leave my house. In respect for me, your daughter and your only grand kid. I'm not gonna say it again." She nodded and stood up.

"Macey, come on."

"But I wanna stay. Natty said I could help."

"Lets go, Macey. Now."

"Mace, stay with me." Jason said.

"No, you can't take her from me either. You already took one."

"Should've thought of that before you let them stay with us two years ago." Jason replied, his hands on Macey's shoulders, a sign of protectiveness.

"Happy first birthday, Tommy!" Jackson cheered, lightening up the mood. Everyone continued to their own business, as did Tommy as he ran to the fireplace with Macey following in his tracks.

"Thank you," I whispered, putting my arms around Jason's waist.

"She deserved it."

"I know. Thank you for doing that."

"I meant every word I said about you, too."

"I know. And I love you for that. Everything you said. It makes me love you and want you more and more."

"I love you too."

"Presents!" Macey yelled, ripping wrapping paper with Tommy, making it go all over the floor.

"Shit ton of clean up." Jason said.

"That's all yours," I smiled. He groaned.

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