Malarie's POV

Four days later

"I knew you were trouble when you walked in. So shame on me now, flew me to places I'd never been. Now I'm lying on the cold hard ground, oh, oh, trouble, trouble, trouble!" I sing along to Taylor Swift, as I dust the TV of any dust bunnies. "Ugh you jerk! Now you got me singing Taylor Swift!" I grumble to myself.

"Momm-" I point the duster at Tasha's face, shaking it back and forth. "Don't you dare ask to call him again, I said no." She groans, plopping herself down on the couch. Crossing her arms over her chest, with an attitude.

God this little girl watches me and Jason way too much! The attitude is from me, the anger from him.

"Are you ever going to let that poor child see her father... at your own home?" My mom asked, settling her briefcase down. "She'll see him soon enough." Growing a bit agitated I dust more firmer.

"Let her talk to him at least?" I shake my head in protest. "Well why not, he is her adoptive father." Placing my hand on my hip, I tap my foot on the floor.

"Is me trying to have some distance so wrong? Everyone is telling me to give him another chance. I've given all my chances mom. You, Cal, Jessa, even dad, are taking his side. Is me needing some space, so wrong? Jeez." I wipe my teary eyes irritatedly.

"I'm not taking anyone's side Malarie, and you know it! But when you have two children with a person, the kids should always come first! No matter what you two are going through. It's time to woman up, and let her call her father- he is all she has now." My mom spoke annoyed and full on right. And I knew it.

"I'll raise my children how I want to raise them. She's not calling him and that's final." Taking the vacuum out, I plug it into the wall socket ready to use. "And when she grows up not liking you, come to me so I can say I told you so. You're stubborn and so uptight." Mama stormed out the front door, making sure to slam it.

"I want my daddy, mommy." Ignoring her some more, I let my hair down from its bun. "I said I want my daddy!" Tasha cries dramatically on the couch, as I vacuum up her chip spilled mess.

"And I said no, so stop asking little girl." That makes her cry full blown tears. "Hush up your little mouth, all you're doing is making nothing but noise." She doesn't listen, instead she hits the couch with her fist.

I see her crawl to my nonstop ringing phone on the arm of couch, trying to answer it again. "I said no Natasha McCann! No talking to your father no more." Taking the phone out her hands, I shove it in my pocket.

She has already picked up my phone twice today- when Jason called for the umpteenth time. This whole entire month he has left over several voicemails, messages, calls, and FaceTime requests on my phone. I literally had to power it off, all because he couldn't get the hint. To make matters worse... big mouth Cal, told him my number to my non trackable phone. Which he blows up more than my regular one.

"YOU SO MEAN MOMMY!" I pay her screaming tantrum no mind, finishing my cleaning of my parents house. "I like daddy better, you ugly." Shutting the vacuum off, I fish my phone out my pocket. Giving her a glare, with a sassy eye roll.

"You want to speak to your father, so be it!" Giving up on my tough bitch façade of ignoring him. I dial his number I know so well. "Here, don't ask me again." I hand over the phone, earning a toothy smile from her little bad butt.

"HI DADDY! HI DADDY!" She jumps up and down on the couch, nearly falling off. "Be careful." I sit her back down, beginning to play with Jacob.

"I miss you too daddy. Uh huh, she's right here." She pointed her little finger my way, causing me to scoff lightly. "Yes. Um mommy, what are you wearing? Oh never mind, daddy says I not supposed to say that." I inwardly slap him upside his head.

Even when we're broken up, he's still asking what I'm wearing. Typical man- typical Jason.

"Tell your daddy to mind his little business." Blowing raspberries on Jacob's tummy, the phone is handed over to me. "No Tasha, mommy is eating uh... food." I whisper not wanting to talk to him.

"Mommy you're not eating food, you telling a story. Daddy mommy is not eating any foods." She giggled into the phone, while I mentally face palm over and over again. "Mama daddy says you're a bad liar, you bad girl." I wave her off, rocking her brother to sleep.

"When you come and see us daddy I miss you." Smiling at her twirling her hair in her chubby fingers, I place Jacob down for his afternoon nap.

As she talks on enthusiastically I start  my sweeping of the hallway floor. Doing my very best to make it look somewhat clean in here. I clean when I'm stressed.

"Mommy?" I feel small hands tap my legs. "Yes Natasha?" I look down at her puppy dog eyes. Probably another one of Jason's doings.

"Daddy says please, please, please, take me to see him. Did I say it right daddy?" She's not even biologically his, and she acts just like him. "Tell daddy to leave me alone, and it's almost time to go." I chuckle as her smile turns into a frown.

"No uh uh, he's my daddy not yours." He was two months ago, the way I was screaming it out. "Baby we have to go, say goodbye to your father." The loud cries begins, next thing I know my phone is tossed on the couch. Miss dramatic ran out the living room.

Grabbing my phone off the couch, I place it to my ear. "It's going to be okay baby girl, don't cry like that, you'll just make daddy cry." Holding my tears in, I listen to his coos and confronting words. "See, I'm here. I will never leave you, Jacob, and Tasha. I love you so much Malarie." I sniffled, clutching the phone in my hands. "Don't say words you don't mean, bye Jason." Hanging up the phone, I lean back on the couch crying my eyes out.

Jason knew I was listening the whole time. He's so damn smart. He knew I would hang up in his face, if he noticed me straight away.

"I love you too, more than you'll ever know." Placing my arm over my face, I cry silently.

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"Mommy can I have a baby sister, named Pretzel?" Giving her my best crazy eyes, I wash the bubbles out her long brown hair. "No baby sisters, and why would you want her to be called that silly name?" Chuckling lightly, I pull the plug of the tub.

"Daddy says I can have a baby sister called Pretzel... because we call Jacob Octagon." I had to stop my rinsing her hair out, and laugh.

I don't know how long I laughed for, but Natasha had to start rinsing my hair out for me. Getting soap all in my eyes... painful. Poor little girl had to here me cry out like a hyena, when she thought turning on the shower spray would help. Not at all... especially if it's cold water spraying out. I screamed hitting my knee on the tub faucet, almost instantly splitting it open.

"Mommy you bleeding, you bleeding mommy!" Tasha stated the obvious, jumping up and down nearly falling herself. "Babe stop jumping before you fall and hur-" I was cut off by Jacob's piercing cries.

"Go tell grandma to get Jacob- wait cover your chi chi's and your boom boom." She gasped, grabbing her towels.

I wrapped one fluffy brown towel around her head, and the other around her small body. She is filling out so well- she's gained lots of weight since we've taken her in. Less rib cage showing, and more chubby skin appearing.

"Grandma! Grandma the baby is crying." I heard her running down the hallway, shouting loudly.

As she called for help, I shuffled around the bathroom looking for any type of band-aid or tissue. I couldn't find any or a damn towel. The baby was going nuts and nobody was here to help.

"Mommy nobody here. This was on the frigerator." She handed me a note in my mom's typical cursive handwriting.

Malarie,

Me, dad, and the kids went out for dinner. We assumed you wanted to stay home. Due to your current situation with Jason. I hope you decide to let Tasha call her daddy. She misses him and so you. We will be back a little later, just call me if you need something.

Love you,

Mom xoxo

I huffed sadly, soon sucking up my family leaving me. Jacob was still going crazy, with his piercing cries of wanting to eat his next meal.

"Natasha go keep your brother some company." I wince at my still bleeding leg. "Okay mommy!" On her way to my bedroom, Jacob's loudly cries just stop. That's when I heard it.

"DADDY! DADDY! DADDY!" Widening my eyes in mock horror, I ran to my bedroom fully naked. "Damn it Jason, how do you even show up like this?" Talking to myself and sprinting to my room at the same time, I walk through the door.

I am met with Jason holding Jacob protectively in his arms. With Tasha clinging to his arm for dear life. I was also aware of his cocky smirking at me.

"Well that's sure a sight I've missed so much." He winked, almost instantly making me scoff. "What are you even doing here?" I search my drawer for something to wear.

"Well I decided to pay you and my kids a visit. It's been brought to my attention, that you go places with my fellow friend and don't tell me about it, why?" I throw on his big shirt he left over, when he thought Alex was dead. Along with some black panties.

"I don't have to tell you where I'm going with my-" Natasha yells rang throughout the bedroom. "Mommy you still bleeding- daddy mommy got a boo boo!" She tugs on his pants leg, bringing his attention to my bleeding knee.

"What hell happened to your leg, are you okay?" He shuffles over to me, lifting my leg. "I am just fine Jason." I attempted to remove my leg from his hold, but he shook his head.

"Mommy cut the hell out her leg, daddy!" I gasp looking at Tasha's innocent face, only for Jason to bust out laughing.

Clearly I'm the disciplining parent, and he's the cool funny one.

"You watch your mouth. That's a bad word." I scold her, trying to wiggle my leg out of Jason's grasp. "It's not even a bad word, it's how you say the word." He states like a know it all, rubbing my calf. "Oh hush up you- ugh, what do you want?" Failing to remove my leg again, I tilt my head to the side.

"Let's clean you up." I shake my head. Not that I didn't want him to, but because Natasha was walking to my opened window! "Natasha come here, let's put your pajamas on." The smile she gave me, made me feel wanted in a sense. Jason finally let my leg down, as I walked toward Tash.

"Mommy can I wear the Hello Kitty ones?" Nodding my head, I grab her pajamas out my drawer. "Okay, let's put these on." I quickly helped her get on her clothes, putting a braid into her hair. She likes it crinkly.

"Can I clean your leg up, Malarie meanie pants?" Standing up from my kneeling position, I nod walking into the bathroom. "Get on the counter." He says it so normally, while I on the other hand am thinking very dirty.

"Why are you blushing, what the hell Malarie?" I try to contain my sexual reminiscing of us on the bathroom counter banging- October 30th, a day before everything went to complete shit. "No reason, here's my leg." I shoot out my leg, accidentally kicking him in his jewels.

"Oh shit, take the baby, take the baby." I take Jacob from him, sadly watching him cup his penis in his hands. "I am so sorry. Is there anything I can do for you? Do you need ice, assistance, a hug?" He closes his eyes, shaking his head.

"I'm fine." The high pitched tone of his voice told me other wise."Stay right here." I sprint down the stairs, quickly going into the kitchen.

"Where am I going to go Mal." I hear him shout loudly. "You're going to go to bed with me- oh my gosh girl, stop this." Shaking my head from my very perverted talking, I shuffle around the kitchen.

Placing a few ice cubes into a ziplock bag, I head back up the stairs to the bathroom. The sight of Jason sitting on the toilet seat, panting like a woman in labor... scared me.

"Here you go, I'm so sorry." I hand him the homemade ice pack, turning away when he took off his jeans. "Uh you either have to hold this on my meat, or we have to sit down together so I can clean your leg." Thinking about the situation I point to the door.

"We can sit on my bed, while you clean me up. I'll go see if my mom and dad has any band-aids, and other disinfectants for my leg.

"Sure, I'll just meet you in your room." His groans hurt my heart, along with his hunched over position.

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"Ouch it burns." I hiss while Jason cleans the deep cut on my now swollen knee. "Sorry, let me just put the ointment on." He pulls my leg more on top of his, putting the cream on my knee. I was well aware of him rubbing my skin, I just didn't let it faze me.

"Daddy can I have some of your milkshake?" Tasha asked stuffing her face full of curly fries. "No way, drink some of your mom's." Jase childishly stops what he's doing, clutching his drink to his chest.

This weirdo decided he would buy me Jack-in-the Box to ease his way back to my heart. The funny thing is, he's never left it. We both just need a time out. He said when he climbed up the side of my house, he heard Jacob crying, which made him climb faster. I guess he picked him up, almost in an instant making him stop his little wails. That's around the time I heard Natasha scream his name.

"You can have all of mine, sweetie pie." I shook my chocolate milkshake, handing it to Natasha. "No! You can have mine, strawberries are really good too." He took the ice pack off of his crotch area, reaching over me to give his milkshake to her. Along with taking a sip of mine.

"Hey, that's mine." I faked a pouty face, earning giggles from Tasha. "I'm the one who bought it." Jason sadly pouted, taking another sip. 

"Ooh yummy! Thank you, thank you daddy." Tasha snatched the strawberry milkshake out of his hands, slurping greedily. "Stop with all that snatching Natasha, it's not nice." I scold Miss Snatchy Pants, earning a cute giggle.

"And you," I point to Jason, as he raises a quizzical eyebrow. "Cover yourself, I don't want your friend saying hello to us." I flick my attention to his bulge, and back up to to meet his lust filled honey orbs.

"My friend misses his buddy." He runs his hand up my thigh, pocking my area. "Stop Jason, we're broken up. I don't even want you here, and our daughter is legit right by our feet." I move his hand trying to be content as possible.

"We're not broken up. You're tripping out if you think we are. I and my dick misses you so damn much! He whispered, still aware of Natasha being in the room. "No, you and your dick misses any type of vagina... or woman. And yes, we are broken up, where have you brain been for the past month? Clearly with other ladies, huh?" I speak in a hushed whisper tone, not trying to make a scene.

"I'm not fucking other woman, gosh! In my eyes we're not broken up, but in my heart being broken up sucks ass. And I'm fucking sick and tired of crying every night, wishing you were here. Especially since I can't see my kids Mal. A month and a couple of weeks have gone by a-and I want my damn family back." Jason leans in my ear, venting out his feelings. All while I cuddle Jacob's sleeping body in my arms.

Slightly turning to face him, I see tears in his beautiful hazel eyes. Not wanting to give in too easily, I pat his cheek smiling weakly.

"I want you out in the morning. As soon as you open your eyes, please just listen for once." He sighs, getting up to throw our trash away. "When you lay the baby down, I have to talk to you about something." Feeling slightly nervous I shake my head, holding Jacob's body tighter against mine.

"Seriously I haven't put my hands on you in a-" Glaring at him, I raised my eyebrow. "You put your hands on me and Cal that day I left, so stop your bullshit lying." The way he stepped closer to me, made me shy away- leaning more into my pillows.

He gently took Jacob from my hands, kissing him all over his face. Relief came over me, causing me to sigh out loud. I have to admit he is a good dad... most of the time, but he's a horrible boyfriend to me. I can't stand being cheated on, receiving STD's, being hurt, or having black eyes and bruises. He lays Jacob in his crib, making sure to cover him up. He even helped Natasha brush her teeth, before tucking her in the blankets of my bed.

"Do you promise to leave in the morning?" Not being able to look at him, I kept my gaze on the carpeted floor. "Soon, but my soon is not tomorrow. It's usually a long time from now." He swiftly hovered over me, catching me by complete surprise.

"I don't blame you for not wanting to see me. But can you blame me for wanting to see my children?" Looking away from his beautiful sculpted face, I shake my head. "I see you're still wearing my engagement ring I so lovingly took my time picking out for you. I would've proposed better, but I just wanted you to have it." The way he interlocked our fingers, made me yearn for his kiss.

"Jason you didn't even propose, you just gave it to me." I stated matter-of-factly, trying my best not to smile at his pursed lips. "That's true as fuck. Will you marry me, Malarie Jane Dawson? I promise to be the best husband, friend, dad, and sex toy you could ever imagine." He smiled suggestively, while I shook my head in rejection.

"I'm sorry... I want to marry you, just not right now. We're not even on good terms, but don't ever think I don't love you. I love you with all of my heart." Seeing as I said too much, I unclutched my fingers from his huge one, covering up my face.

"Hey don't do that, I uh... I'll j-just leave okay?" He quickly kissed my cheek, getting up off of me to put on his pants. "Jason?" I called his name but all I heard was his faint sniffles.

I watch as he rapidly put on his shoes, tying his shoe strings with little to no care. He didn't even turn to say goodbye, he just walked to my window getting ready to jump out.

"Please don't leave- I don't want you to go. I'm just confused, hurt, and I can't trust you fully." I walk over to his stilled body, hesitantly wrapping my arms around his waist. "You don't want me to go?" Jason whispers hoarsely.

"No, not never." Nodding slowly, he turns in my arms, giving me a single peck on my nose. "Then I won't go, I'll stay and earn your trust." I hug him with all my might, not never wanting to let go.

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Christmas Day

"How about this one?" Jason handed Natasha over a big nicely wrapped gift. She nods clapping her hands overly excited. "Ooh daddy I wonder what it is!" She squeals starting to tear open the box.

I don't know why he got her some many gifts. I think he took spoiling her to the extreme. She doesn't need a tutu of every color. Or a tricycle, Barbie truck, scooter, skates, or a baby penny board. Let's not talk about the many of shoes and clothes he already bought her. There's many more toys and other items where that came from, I just can't quite seem to remember everything.

"Daddy you bought me a Barbie dream house!" She gasped, hugging the box. "Thank you daddy, I love you so much daddy!" She pecked his cheek, tearing open her other gifts from everyone else.

"Here open up your Uncle Alex gifts for you!" Alex chirped, sliding a huge gift to her. "Okay Uncle Alex." She tore that gift open too.

As you can see we're back at the mansion... but not to stay. I agreed to letting Jason see the kids more often, but I decided we would stay at my parents house a little while longer. He hated that idea, though he complied with my decision anyway. Our rocky relationship is still the same, but we try to put our differences aside for our children's sake. I still happily wear my engagement ring- not because it's beautiful, but for the reason being that I want to marry Jason one of these days.

That night he stayed over at my house... was pretty emotional for the both of us. He stop putting on that horrible façade of a lie, about him not knowing he slept with that Talia woman. He admitted he was horny and he thought with his penis, instead of using his brain. I was also informed she died- I wasn't to fond of hearing his brother and friends killed her. Even though I disliked her guts, I do not condone them killing her.

"Did you hear me mommy?" Tasha tugged on my shirt. "Hmm?" My not paying attention made everyone chuckle. "Baby can you repeat what you said?" I scratch my head.

"I said daddy got me the prettiest pony! Come see mama, come see my baby Snowy Legs." Widening my eyes, I hurriedly get up following her. "Your father didn't get you a pony Natasha, I think you may be seeing things." I try to convince myself as she pulled me along.

Waking out the back door of our exquisite home, I indeed a small white pony. With a bigger white horse next to her. Pattie gave her son a high five, taking the Jacob out of his hands.

"I didn't get her a what?" He cockily smirked, cupping his big hand to his ear. "You got her a pony, and another horse to go along!" I spoke in astonishment, not believing what my eyes were seeing before me.

"Yes I did. She deserves every single gift I got her." I gently rub the pony's mound, cooing nothings into her perky ears. "I think you did a great job with picking out her Christmas presents. I also love how you bought Jacob more clothes and all those toys." He nodded, slowly stepping forward.

"You still haven't opened up your gifts I got you." His not so stinky breath, blew against my face as he whispered. "You haven't opened up yours either... or your anniversary present I got you." He ran his tongue along his bottom lip smirking the most sexiest smile ever.

"I wanted to wait to open up my Christmas presents with you. And I just couldn't open up that gift in the closet." He spoke a bit saddened, but all too quickly he covered it up.

"So let's open them all together then, huh?" He smiled widely, grabbing my hand. "I'll lead the way." I smiled, only now realizing everyone was gone.

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He got me so much stuff. From body washes, perfumes, lingerie, a Chanel handbag, red bottom heels, a new earrings. In a sense we think alike- I got him almost everything he got me. Except instead of getting him heels I got him some new Nikes. The new Calvin Klein cologne called Reveal, and a nice dog tag with a picture of him, me and the kids. As well as a new outfit, and a huge pack of condoms.

Boy did he not like that joke!

"Please open up your anniversary present." He reluctantly opened his gift from a month ago. I saw his face change. "How did you even get me court side tickets to the Miami Bulls game?" I smiled at his surprised expression on his face.

"Let's just say, I stayed up all night on the Internet... waiting for the buying of tickets to start. You can take all the guys with you." I shook my head chuckling at myself. "This is just the best, I-I don't know how you do it. Thank you Mal Mal." He called me by my nickname, making me blush.

"You're so very welcome Jase Jase. Open up the rest- o-oh I'll just take that, y-you don't need it." I snatch the envelope from his hands, hiding it behind my back. "What's is that Malarie?" He asked in a sing song voice.

"I-it's nothing." I awkwardly giggled, not wanting him to see it. "Come on, it can't be that bad." He took the envelope out my hands, reading it to himself. I saw his face saddened, then the widen of his eyes, along with him laughing.

"Can you read it to me, please? I just want to hear you read it." Biting my lip, I took the letter out of his hands.

To the most dearest, most special person in my life.

Dear my darling Jason Andrew McCann,

Oh fuck it! Hi baby, it's our one year anniversary! I am so happy to be with you this long. I've never thought we would last this long, but what can I say... that cock is good! And of course you're personality is too. Even though we had so many of our ups and downs, I still love your crazy bipolar ass. I knew when I decided to be your girlfriend I would have it bad for you. And what do you know, I do! We have two beautiful children together, and I wouldn't change that for the world. I remember you used to always tell me there's nothing like us... and it true, there isn't nothing like us. I love you so much Jason, and I don't care if my vagina falls apart... I want to be the mother of all your children. I know you will help me glue it back together. If you continue to be a good boy, I'll give you the best blow jobs for the rest of your life. But babe you can't keep cumming in my eyes or my nose, it burns way too much. I have to go now, but I love you with all my heart.

Love your horny future wife,

Malarie McCann <3

Embarrassed and feeling all sorts of awkwardness, I put the letter down on the bed. Not being able to look at Jason, I shift on our bed. Only for him to lift my face up. The way he gazed into my eyes was a mixture of pain and love.

"Please let me kiss you, it's been way too damn long." Thinking about it, I move closer to him. "Two months, it's been two months too long." I lean in and capture his lips in a soul barring kiss.

Not too hard, not too slow. But just right. We rolled around in the bed for about thirty minutes of non stop making out. I'm sure everyone downstairs knew- no one ever came up to the room. We would've went further but Jason pulled away, saying that's all he wanted was to feel my kiss. I couldn't agree more.

"Let's take both of our family's out to for a nice dinner, tonight." He grinned from ear to ear, all while hovering over my entire body. "Okay, but do you promise we'll try to be better for our kids." He dipped his head down, sucking on my bottom lip.

"I promise. But you have to promise we'll get back together, I miss cuddling with you at night." Rolling my eyes playfully, I mumbled a "maybe." Surprisingly he was okay with that.

A working progress.

"Baby I have someone I want you to meet, and I don't want you to be upset." I gulped. "Who is the person Jason?" He looked pained as can be, but he began.

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- Chapter 68 is now up! Two updates in one day! I had to give you a better one than the last. I don't know what I was doing on the other chapter. But this one is better to me.

- Alexis -