Jason's POV

One Month later: October 30th

"What about this one? It's a really, pretty bumble bee outfit? Or do you like the lady bug one?" Malarie held up the costumes in front of Natasha's face." She pursed her lips, tapping her chin. "I no like those." I could see the frustration playing on Mal's face- and she never gets annoyed.

Maybe it has something to do with Tasha rejecting every outfit, she has so nicely suggested for her. I do admit, it's getting a bit annoying the way she cannot decide on a nice Halloween costume. But daddy does all the buying, so daddy doesn't say anything.We have been here over two hours, and I am slightly becoming impatient. I just can't stay sitting, in one place for long periods of time.

You would've thought, we bought her costume way earlier. But no, Malarie cheap ass wanted to catch a sale. Does she not know how much money I have? Being the best boyfriend I could be, I respected her silly little wishes. Which only resulted in, not finding any nice costumes for Tasha's liking. They're either too boyish, or she just flat out doesn't like it.

"Why don't you just get her the pencil costume, like I said earlier?" I hold up the costume, badly trying to hold in my fits of laughter. "No mommy, it's ugly." The way Tasha's face looked horrified, did it for me. I began to laugh, and couldn't stop. Throwing my head back, I clutched my aching stomach- due to my continuous laughter.

"Mommy, I don't want that costume." She began to whine, only making me laugh more. Her words came out, quickly and jumbled. "You're wearing it. Especially with the hat." I pulled out the tall triangular shaped hat, trying to place it on her head.

"No! Bad daddy, bad! Mommy, me no like it." She unsuccessfully tried to climb up Malarie's legs- trying to get away from the ugly hat. I just couldn't shake this contagious laughter, I had in my system. "Come on put the hat-" Jacob's loud cries, cut my teasing and taunting off.

"Man, I was just about to taunt your sister! You ruined the moment, cry baby." I uttered, speaking to my crying son in his stroller. Being the childish adult I am, I made faking crying noises with him. That made shoppers look my way.

What's so wrong with a grown man dressed like a thug, crying with his son? Nothing.

"Jason pick up your son, instead of faking cries with him." Malarie whispered yelled, holding Natasha in her arms. I also noticed how she had a slight gleam to her eyes.

"Aw babe, were you laughing at my sexy cries?" Smirking, she shook her head. "You know liars go to hell, right?" I raised my eyebrow, waiting for her answer.

"Well I guess I'm going to hell, then. Oh, but don't worry... I'll sit right next to you. Seeing you'll be there too. You're such a naughty boy- especially for this morning." She held a costume up to Tasha, all while focusing her attention on me. Waggling her finger scolding.

That sexy move of her finger, made me remember, what had went down in our bedroom this morning. Long story short, she woke up with my face in between her legs. Having an early breakfast. A little teasing action never hurt anybody. She tried her hardest not to make any noise- she didn't want to wake up Jacob. Or a sleeping Natasha, next door.

I loved hearing her quietly, moan my name. It made me feel wanted, and needed. I very much enjoyed how she brought her hips up, to meet my tongue, fiercely thrusting inside of her. I had such an amazing morning. I was actually surprised she retuned the favor- but then again, I wasn't. Malarie's big on returning pleasurable favors.

Unfortunately our good time, was cut short. While I was leaning above her head- getting ready to release in her mouth. I accidentally shot my full load... inside her nose. Her cute ass wasn't paying attention, once again. She says she saw a spider on the ceiling, so she followed it. But in all honesty, I just think she wasn't paying attention... to see my pulsating cock, ready to blow.

"If you're in hell with me... I won't have any worries baby." Smiling widely, I picked up our fussy baby boy. "How do you come up, with corny stuff like that?" I shrugged, beginning to feed Jacob his bottle.

"I don't know, I guess it's all apart of my charming you." Puckering my lips, I motioned for her to come to me. "What? You want some kisses from mwah?" She faked a shocked expression, popping her mouth open.

"See, why couldn't you do that earlier? Instead of focusing all your attention on the spider." I teased, only for her to smack my arm. "Hit him for me too, mommy." My little trader of a daughter, pointed right at me.

"I can't hit daddy anymore... he has Jacob in his hands. Later." Malarie whispered the last bit, winking at me. "Daddy, mommy's going to hit you later!" The smile that played its way on my face, just wouldn't close up.

"You are the cutest." I stare at Tash in awe, finally concentrating back on Jacob's feeding. "Does daddy still want his kiss?" I see a pair of small blue Vans, move closer to my own. Straightaway, I glance at Malarie's sexy little smirk. "If you're willing to give me several." I pucker my lips once more, receiving several sweet kisses.

"I want to kiss daddy too." Natasha bogarted her way in between our legs. I immediately had to protect Jacob, from her eagerness. "Whoa baby girl, calm down. You can have kisses too, here." I made kissy noises, pecking both of her rosy cheeks.

"You've kissed daddy, now have you decided what you want to be for Halloween, babe?" Malarie took a seat next to me, waiting for our little girl's answer. "I want to be a Barbie, a pretty mermaid, and... a cool disco dancer."

I nearly fainted when I heard those choices. She will not be some hooker with blonde hair. Or some half naked girl with a tail as a bottom piece. Let's not forget about that dancer costume. Those shorts, and half shirt is so not age appropriate.

"Ooh, all those are super pretty! But you can only choose one. Try to choose a nice one. We wouldn't want to not, make it to Harmony's birthday party." Tasha zestfully began to sing 'Eenie, meenie, miny, mo', choosing which Halloween costume she so badly wanted.

Please not those three revealing outfits, I would have to disagree with her. Did I forget to mention my good friend, Wyatt Charles invited us all to his daughter's birthday party? Well he did. After Mal invited Wyatt's wife, Rebecca to my birthday party, they have grown quite the friendship. His daughter Harmony is turning three, and boy is she the cutest. She's shy to others, but when Tasha is around her, she loosens up.

"If he hollers let him go... eenie, meenie, miny, mo." Tash sang cutely, landing her finger on the extremely short pink, Barbie outfit!

No. Fucking. Way. In. Hell!

"DADDY!! I'm going to be a pretty Barbie, for Halloween!!" She clapped her hands happily, jumping up and down. "Babe, did you hear what Tasha just said. She's going to be a Bar-" I cut Mal off, by taking the Barbie costume out Natasha's hands.

"I'm sorry baby girl, but you're not being a Barbie. How about that superman, over there." I pointed at a boys costume. They both looked at me with, gaped mouths, and widened eyes.

"Jason, she is not wearing a boys outfit. She's going to be a cute little Barbie doll." Malarie exclaimed, turning my body to her. I simply scoffed, placing Jacob's tiny body on my shoulder.

"She cannot wear that, and that's final." Tasha began whining, trying to persuade Malarie to change my already set mind. "Please, mommy please." I watch her tap Malarie's knee, over and over again.

"Mommy has to listen to what daddy says. And daddy says no." She rolled her eyes at me, mumbling something into Mal's arms. "He's mean mama, he won't let me be a Barbie." Malarie whispered something in her ear, that I so badly tried to hear.

"What did you tell her? You know if it's against what I said, I'm going to be so pissed off at you." Rocking Jacob, gently in my arms, I stare daggers into her eyes.

"Oh stop it Jason, you're being way too dramatic. I told her she could be a beautiful mermaid. Of course the one, that has an appropriate tank top area." I raised a skeptical eyebrow at Mal, searching for any falsity.

"So if she's a mermaid, her stomach won't be showing, right? I'm serious Mal, as her new father... I am just being protective." I gazed deeply into her eyes, meaning everything I just said.

"Jase, what are you so paranoid about? All day you have turned down every single costume, me and Tash has wanted. What's going on?" Biting my lip, I turned away from her.

"Nothing's wrong, I just don't want her wearing revealing clothing. I have seen children wear short stuff, and it's not a nice sight to see." I quickly tell half of the truth, just wanting to ease the conversation.

"You're lying to me... I can tell. Jason be honest with me, I know something is bothering you." Nodding to myself, I decided to tell her. "Please don't get mad at me, okay?" She stared at me unsurely, before mumbling an "mhm."

"I should cover her ears, huh?" Mal, pointed to Natasha, who was staring back at us curiously. "Yeah, I think that would be best." I watched as Mal put her earphones on Tash, instantly focusing Natasha's attention on Mickey Mouse Clubhouse.

"Now shoot- not your gun, but spill the details." She jokingly smacked my knee. "You're too much. Let me put him back in his seat." Placing Jacob back into his car seat, I threw a blanket over the top. Shielding is delicate skin from the light.

"Don't get mad, alright." She grabbed my hand, squeezing it assuringly. "I'll try not to. But can you please tell me what's up?" I felt her lips pressed against my cheek, letting them linger for a few more seconds.

"You know how Wyatt Charles and I are alliances now?" She nodded, in full understanding. "Well other gang members, and their families will be there a well. Since it is a child's party, and some of them have kids, too. But not all the men are father material." I tore my gaze from her eyes, not wanting to see them anymore.

"What does that mean Jason? Tell me, you're really scaring me. Is our children in some type of danger? Should we even still go?" Snapping my head up quickly, I shook my head. "No! I would never put our kids in danger. I just don't trust some of the men there, and I don't want my little girl wearing anything too revealing. I don't want to kill anyone." She kept her eyes on me, looking a bit confused.

"What do they do?" Fumbling with my hands, I fought the urge to say it- but I need to tell her. "Some of them have done what I've done to you... to children. You know, hurt them badly. I would kill every asshole there, who even thinks of touching you, or my kids." After I said that, she was beyond furious.

"When were you going to let me know, that some of your friends are rapists, hm? Were you not going to tell me?" She whispered yelled, trying to keep her composure. We are still in public.

"I-I... I thought you didn't need to know. I was going to protect you all, no matter what." She shook her head, getting up leaving.

Immediately getting up, I grabbed our kids, following behind her quickly walking presence. She was putting back her costume! Oh hell no, it was a sexy maid outfit.

"What are you doing, why are you putting your outfit back?" I nearly dropped to my knees. "The kids and I aren't going. I refuse to have nasty, disgusting men gawking over me and my children! " She glared angrily, all while throwing her hands up in a dramatic manner.

"What will Rebecca think, when her one and only friend, doesn't arrive at her daughter's birthday party? Huh, what will she think?" She huffed, looking down.

"I don't want anyone harming Natasha, or Jacob. I know what it's like, to have someone force their self on you. Just imagine a small child- you know." Feeling a hundred times worse than before, I dropped my head too.

"I would go complete ape shit... if any one of those dead beats, so much as touch one hair on all of your heads. Baby, the men will be outside the whole entire time. Wyatt made sure of it- he's not a child molester, and I trust him." I spoke in all honestly, not wanting her to worry.

"Will you dress up, if I agree to going again?" I shook my head in refusal, for the hundredth time. "Like I told you before, I wear my costume everyday... and that's me being a sexy gang leader." She sighed, picking up her outfit once more.

"Me and Natasha, really wanted to see you in green tights. Our very own Peter Pan. But I guess when your ego doesn't play a part in your quote on quote parenthood, maybe you'll choose to dress up with us some other time." My mouth fell agape, all because my entire existence just got told off.

"Let's just pay for these costume, eh? Jacob's going to be a mini me, right?" Rubbing my hands together, I wait for her answer. "No, I chose to dress him up as a baby giraffe." I felt my face tug on a grimaced expression.

"Why? He's my son so he should be me." I stated matter-of-factly. "You're only saying that, because his hair is starting to change from blonde... to your brownish gold color." Smirking to myself, I shrug cockily.

"At least I know he's my little nut, and nobody else's." Still being the arrogant bastard I am. I gave her a sexy wink. "So can my son be me for Halloween?"

"Jason I said no... I don't want him to be a bad boy." Sighing so very dramatically, I pushed the stroller to the line. I'm mad.

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"Daddy is Mc Donald's kind of like, McCann?" Tash asked cutely from the backseat. "Oh yeah, kind of. I just don't really taste all that good- well mommy thinks so. Pretty cool huh?" I heard her muffled "mhm." Due to her drinking her juice box, she so happily stole from Cal's Capri Sun box.

"Daddy?" She called my name in a sing song way. Looking at me in the rearview mirror. "Yes my little sweetheart?" Merging my way on the freeway, I waited for her to speak. Instead she burped, giggling loudly.

"Hey! That's nasty, don't do that. See that's what I'm talking about, she acts as if she doesn't have any home training. You're teaching her bad habits." Bickering Malarie smacked my arm, scolding not only Tasha, but me as well.

"Stop hitting me, babe. It's not fair if I can't do the same." I teased, yet she took it the wrong way. "Seriously? So you're going back to your old ways, hm? Well go ahead then, let your daughter see what type of man you really are." She threw her purse down on the car flooring, looking out her window.

I was kidding. Damn.

"Mommy can I have some gum?" Mal didn't answer her, she kept her arms firmly folded. "Mommy can I have some of your gum?" Tash asked a bit louder. "No, Natasha."

"Mommy I want some gum, please!" Our little girl, began throwing a not so cute tantrum. Kicking her feet against Malarie's chair. "I said no, Natasha! So stop asking me, you know you can't eat igum in the car!" The way she yelled at her, scared me. The water works came, almost instantly.

"Don't yell at her like that Mal, come on." Glancing back at my baby girl, I see her holding her face in her tiny little hands. "Or what Jason? Are you going to hit me, like you have always done?" Ignoring her childish remark, I continued driving.

"You're being very mean right now, so I'm just going to be the the adult and let your comment go." I heard her let out a scoff, along with a few mumbles. She'll be alright.

"Daddy?" Glancing to the backseat quickly, I answer. "Yes my baby doll!?" Exiting the freeway, I make my way home. "Are you a McCann?" She sniffled, questioning me.

"Yes I am." I spoke quite proudly, biting my lip. "Is Jacob a McCann?" Chuckling, I reply with an "mhm."

"Am I a McCann?" Smiling widely, I nod my head. "You sure are baby girl." A giggle was let out her mouth, along with a bunch more. "Daddy?" Her little   voice calling my name, tickled my soul.

"Yes?" I answered, turning the radio on lowly.

"Is mommy a McCann?" My body tensed, and so did Malarie's. I could see her, still as a board, in her chair.

Damn it Natasha. Not this question, why?

"I uh- no, baby girl." Gasping in her dramatic way, she rambled off more questions. "Why is mommy not a McCann? We are McCann, so she is too. Daddy, is mommy mad at me... that's why she's no McCann?" Her squeaky voice, almost came off as hurt.

Pulling into the driveway, I park the car almost perfectly. I tore my sight away from the steering wheel, staring at Malarie. She had tears in her eyes, looking forward.

"Bab-" shaking her head, she took off her seatbelt. She got up from her chair, leaning over her seat. "Mommy isn't mad at you. I'm just being a really big meanie." I witnessed multiple kisses being exchanged, and lots of "sorry's" and "I love you's".

I didn't get anything.

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"Grandma Pattie, I'm going to be a pretty mermaid." Tasha happily told my mom her costume choice, while we all ate our dinner. "I can't wait to see you in it." They shared a few giggles, getting back to eating.

After the car apology- which I still haven't received mine yet. Malarie and my mom started dinner, being two gossiping females. I on the other hand, chilled outside with my brother and friends. Only to be yelled at... five minutes later. I had left the baby in the kitchen with Mal, and my mom, just so I could have a little break. Nope.

Malarie called me lazy, uncaring, and a jackass. Did I not mention I got slapped... in front of the guys. Old Jason who? She's really lucky I'm trying to be a better person. I literally bit my jaw until it bled, just so I wouldn't get up and smack the shit out of her. That didn't stop me from dragging her into our room. Man, were we cussing like sailors. She doesn't like vagina size jokes, just as much as I don't like dick size jokes.

Me and her both know her vagina isn't loose, it's just she called my dick little. Which he clearly is not.

"I love the broccoli salad mom, do you like it Jason?" Alex tried to make conversation, at the silently eating table. Knowing damn well our mom didn't make the broccoli salad. "It's good, man." Nonchalantly responding, I finish eating my chicken breast.

"What's that?" Ravaging my food, the table goes silent. Glancing up from my plate, I realize I was the one being questioned. "Me?" Everyone nodded.

"What's that on your neck?" My mom, pulled the collar of my shirt more downward. Since I couldn't see, I gave her a frown. "That hickey on your neck. I was informed it wasn't a certain someone's." I gave Malarie a glare, knowing they were gossiping about me.

"It's not a hickey." Drinking the last of my Pepsi, I stretch in my chair. Only to be questioned once more. "Then what's that so called bruise on your stomach?" Malarie held her fork firmly in her hand, pointing at my body.

"It's a bruise... not a hickey. Can we not discuss my body at the kitchen table, please?" Eating the rest of my broccoli salad, I could hear an "asshole" being mumbled by Mal's smart mouth.

"Is there something you want to say out loud? Because you don't have to be immature, and say it under your breath!" Getting up from my seat, I take my plate to the sink. "I have a lot to say." A bump to my body, caught me off guard.

Gazing over my shoulder, I saw my mom looking my way- giving me a warning look. Huffing loudly, I washed my dirty dishes. "I know you are cheating on me. Who is she, is it that YoYo girl?" Miss Insecure, nudged me roughly. Why is she so violent.

"I'm not cheating on you." I kept my voice down, not wanting anyone to hear. "Then why were you texting her today? I saw you... so don't try to lie to me." Ignoring her, I place my dishes back inside the dish rack.

"So you are going to ignore the woman of your children? Or are you going to man up! Are you cheating on her, or not?" My mom arose from her chair, pointing an accusingly finger at me. "Mom, how are you going to take her side? You don't even know the situation?"

"Well tell us the situation, because texting another woman is so not right in my book!" Mama yelled angrily at me.

I saw Alex, Ryan, Za, and Cal, take my kids out the room. Leaving two women to gang up on me. Some friends they are.

"Are you sleeping with Yolanda again? You know if you are, I'm so gone!" My mom nodded. "I would be too. Jason you're my son, but I do not condone cheating. I've raised you better than that!" I rub my temples fiercely, trying to contain my now aching headache.

"Are you two, kidding? Like seriously, shit!" That's when the first scolding hit from my mom, came in contact with the back of my head. "Ouch!"

"You watch your mouth! Don't think I haven't heard the bad language, you have been saying around Natasha!" Holding my head, I look down at the two short women in front of me.

"Yeah! Do you hear all what he says around her, Pattie?" Both agreeing with one another. The yelling and shouting at me, amps up to another octave.

A few more smacks and hits coming My way, all while they yell at me. Feeling ganged up, and spoken poorly to, I leave the kitchen. Walking into the living room, I see the the guys watching Hocus Pocus. I want to watch too.

"Some brother, and best friends you all are." They tried to protest, but I held up my hand. Halting their many of excuses.

I jog my way up the stairs, making it to my bedroom. I quickly put on my shoes, and hoodie, getting ready to get out this place. So I thought.

"Where are you going?" Crazy one and two yelled. "I'm getting away from you hormonal women!" They both gasped dramatically.

"I am your mother! You will not talk to me li-" Malarie stopped her. "Calm down Pattie, I'll yell at him. Will you take care of Jacob?" She nodded, leaving our room.

My phone vibrated a few times, on the bed. I quickly went to get it, but Malarie fast ass got there first. Shit!

"I wonder who that could be. Oh it's your little girlfriend, Yolanda!" She threw my phone at the wall, breaking it into millions of pieces. "You. Did. Not. Break. My. Phone." Pissed as can be, I stalked over to her. Yet she stood her ground... not flinching away.

"I sure did, you fucking cheater!" A slap was placed on my left cheek, making an echo sound. My impulsive thoughts took over.

Within a second I pushed her body up against the wall. My chest closely pressed against hers. "I'm not fucking cheating on you! You can't even let me explain shit, without you going psycho." I scream in her face, not caring if I was wing obnoxious or not.

"So explain to me Jason! Explain to me, why you are texting that woman who ruins every little thing for us!" She shoved me away, mad as can be.

"Yolonda needed my help! Her mother- her mother is sick. Like cancer sick. If you don't believe me, ask my brother. We have been nice enough to help her with her mother's expenses. I admit I should've told you, but you would've flipped! These bruises on me, are from training, and paintball gun playing." I didn't mean to push her body roughly, I just wanted her to know I'm faithful.

"I'm sorry her mom has cancer, I am. But you should've told me! How do you think that makes me feel, looking at you texting another woman on your phone? Angry, it makes me angry. I've heard you both have sex before... and I wouldn't be surprised, if you stuck your stupid dick inside of her! I refuse to get an STD. Seeing that you're prone to having an on fire dick!" I watch her storm inside our walk in closet, still cursing me out.

I followed behind her, seeing her stripping her clothes off. She began searching for what I'm guessing, is pajamas. Deciding to play with her mind and emotions, I clear my throat.

"Well, I guess I'll take my "on fire dick" to Yolanda's house. See you in a couple more hours." Malarie picks up a heel, throwing it dead at my forehead.

Instantly, being knocked down to the floor. "You son of a bitch! All what I've done for you! All what I've did for your sorry ass!" She gets on top of me, slapping and hitting me every where.

She legit threw a heel at my head.

"You fucking asshole, you stupid jerk, you!" Taking her hits of anger, I finally worked up the strength to flip her thrashing body over. "Let me go, you cute, stupid man!" Still hitting me everywhere, I slapped her face. Not hard, but firm enough for her to know I want her to stop.

"I hate you Jason McCann! You're a cheating, lying, asshole! Stupid ass motherfucker!" Grasping her face roughly in my hands, I see she is crying. I also see droplets of blood, dripping down on her chest. "Oh shit, you're bleeding. Oh my gosh, let me get a towel, for your dumb ass." She held a firm finger on my wound. Not wanting that, I slam her back down, shaking my head.

"No! Let my head bleed! You're going to feel my hate, anger, love, and horniness for you, too! I am not going to cheat on you!" Kissing her lips roughly, I bit her bottom lip- drawing blood. "Ow, Jason!" She croaked, again trying to sit up.

Pushing her down roughly, I pull my hoodie over my head, along with taking off the rest of my clothing. She stared at me nervously.

"Say your prayers, because this pussy is mine tonight! If you're lucky, I just might give you a few breaks here and there. I do warn you, it's going to hurt... but I would never hurt you in a way I did before. Just say orange juice, and I'll stop." Smirking wickedly, I position myself at her opening.

"Oh... and I want to hear you call me daddy as well. Seeing that I have to remind you, who's in charge here." She cringed, holding onto my arms for her needed leverage.

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Malarie's POV

Rip vagina. Once upon a time, you were tight.

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- Oh my gosh! It's been a long time, huh? So sorry for the wait, but chapter 63 is finally here. I know it's a cliffy, but hey.

- Alexis -