in his expression for the longest moment, but when he looks up at me, I see it. I see emotion. His eyes are glassy and confused.
“His name is Cody, he’s six months old and he’s your son. Do you really think I didn’t want to move on Jagger? Do you think I’ve wanted to live with the agony? Do you think I wanted to live without you? No, I didn’t. I can’t change how you feel about me. I can’t ch ange your choice but I can change my son’s life. You deserved to know. I’m not doing this for you, right now I hate you. I’m doing it for him. You want help? You meet us at the wharf tomorrow at noon. If not, I move on and so does he.”
I turn and walk out without another word. I’ve said all that needs to be said.
CHAPTER 8
JAGGER
I sit in bed later that night staring at that photo. The boy looks just like me, I have no doubt he’s mine. My son…she had a baby…my son. I swallow and run a torn finger over the picture. Thi s changes everything and she knows it. I’ve fucked up. I’ve made her think I don’t care, I’ve kissed Sharleen in front of her and all along she was just trying to help me and let me know I had a son. How fucking shallow could I be?
I hear a knock at my door and I look up, Sharleen walks in we aring some skimpy fucking nightie. I know what she thinks, and she’s damn wrong. I kissed her tonight because I knew Willow was there, nothing more. She doesn’t know that though and obviously thinks I want her. This isn’t going to end well, likely with a black fucking eye and another split lip. The woman has a foul temper.
“Hey, about tonight…” she begins.
Here goes nothing. “Sharleen, I fucked up. I shouldn’t have kissed you.”
She was leaning a hip against the door in a sexy way, now she’s dead straight and glaring at me. “Excuse me?”
“I don’t mean to be an asshole about this but I was…high.”
I’ve done drugs once or twice since I’ve been here and she thinks I do a lot more than I actually do. So I know it’ll work.
“What?”
Here goes.
“I’m sorry, I was out of it. I thought…”
“If you say you thought I was her,” she whispers, “I’ll finish you Jagger.”
“How many times do I gotta say we aren’t a couple? You’re fucking my father for Christ sakes.”
“So what? Doesn’t mean we can’t fuck too.”
I glare at her in disgust. “Do you have no self-respect? Do you honestly want to be a slut, Sharleen?”
She gapes. “How dare you call me a slut!”
“Well stop fuckin’ acting like one. You’re offering yourself up like some sort of toy. Have some respect. The girl I loved would never do what you’re doing now. I have more respect for myself then to ever touch a woman who clearly doesn’t care about her body.”
Her eyes widen. “Fuck you Jagger, you’re a waste of my time.”
“Right back at ya babe,” I mutter, staring at the television.
She storms out muttering pig and bastard. Well let her go, the bitch has pissed me off enough to last a fuckin’ lifetime. I stare back at the photo I slipped down by my side. My son…this changes everything. I know what I have to do now.
~*~*~* ~
WILLOW
“Do you think he’ll show?” I ask, fumbling my hands together.
Ace shrugs. “I don’t know.”
We are at the wharf sitting in the car and waiting. It’s half past noon and so far Jagger hasn’t come. I stare down at Cody in his seat, he’s staring at a tree out the window. I nearly didn’t bring him, but Angel insisted that it would help Jagger make a choice. I didn’t want him to make a choice just for Cody, but I also know he deserves to see his son, even if it is just once.
A black car pulls into the empty car park, and my heart quickens. When it stops and pulls up, I squint my eyes. Out steps Jagger. He’s dressed in black jeans, a black shirt and black sun glasses. Oh god, he looks so perfect, so gorgeous. How can I ever move on? How can I just forget? I hang my head. The hurt in
“His name is Cody, he’s six months old and he’s your son. Do you really think I didn’t want to move on Jagger? Do you think I’ve wanted to live with the agony? Do you think I wanted to live without you? No, I didn’t. I can’t change how you feel about me. I can’t ch ange your choice but I can change my son’s life. You deserved to know. I’m not doing this for you, right now I hate you. I’m doing it for him. You want help? You meet us at the wharf tomorrow at noon. If not, I move on and so does he.”
I turn and walk out without another word. I’ve said all that needs to be said.
CHAPTER 8
JAGGER
I sit in bed later that night staring at that photo. The boy looks just like me, I have no doubt he’s mine. My son…she had a baby…my son. I swallow and run a torn finger over the picture. Thi s changes everything and she knows it. I’ve fucked up. I’ve made her think I don’t care, I’ve kissed Sharleen in front of her and all along she was just trying to help me and let me know I had a son. How fucking shallow could I be?
I hear a knock at my door and I look up, Sharleen walks in we aring some skimpy fucking nightie. I know what she thinks, and she’s damn wrong. I kissed her tonight because I knew Willow was there, nothing more. She doesn’t know that though and obviously thinks I want her. This isn’t going to end well, likely with a black fucking eye and another split lip. The woman has a foul temper.
“Hey, about tonight…” she begins.
Here goes nothing. “Sharleen, I fucked up. I shouldn’t have kissed you.”
She was leaning a hip against the door in a sexy way, now she’s dead straight and glaring at me. “Excuse me?”
“I don’t mean to be an asshole about this but I was…high.”
I’ve done drugs once or twice since I’ve been here and she thinks I do a lot more than I actually do. So I know it’ll work.
“What?”
Here goes.
“I’m sorry, I was out of it. I thought…”
“If you say you thought I was her,” she whispers, “I’ll finish you Jagger.”
“How many times do I gotta say we aren’t a couple? You’re fucking my father for Christ sakes.”
“So what? Doesn’t mean we can’t fuck too.”
I glare at her in disgust. “Do you have no self-respect? Do you honestly want to be a slut, Sharleen?”
She gapes. “How dare you call me a slut!”
“Well stop fuckin’ acting like one. You’re offering yourself up like some sort of toy. Have some respect. The girl I loved would never do what you’re doing now. I have more respect for myself then to ever touch a woman who clearly doesn’t care about her body.”
Her eyes widen. “Fuck you Jagger, you’re a waste of my time.”
“Right back at ya babe,” I mutter, staring at the television.
She storms out muttering pig and bastard. Well let her go, the bitch has pissed me off enough to last a fuckin’ lifetime. I stare back at the photo I slipped down by my side. My son…this changes everything. I know what I have to do now.
~*~*~* ~
WILLOW
“Do you think he’ll show?” I ask, fumbling my hands together.
Ace shrugs. “I don’t know.”
We are at the wharf sitting in the car and waiting. It’s half past noon and so far Jagger hasn’t come. I stare down at Cody in his seat, he’s staring at a tree out the window. I nearly didn’t bring him, but Angel insisted that it would help Jagger make a choice. I didn’t want him to make a choice just for Cody, but I also know he deserves to see his son, even if it is just once.
A black car pulls into the empty car park, and my heart quickens. When it stops and pulls up, I squint my eyes. Out steps Jagger. He’s dressed in black jeans, a black shirt and black sun glasses. Oh god, he looks so perfect, so gorgeous. How can I ever move on? How can I just forget? I hang my head. The hurt in
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