“I know you do”-he kisses me again-“and he’s lucky to have that.” “I won’t be the one who lets you lose him.”
“But what if this comes back, and you lose custody of Jack over it?” I blink but the tears come anyway. “I called my lawyer, and we made a note of it.” She doesn’t know shit, and on record, you aren’t his doctor,” he says, dumping the bags and holding my hand in his face. “Zack, she came here, and she knows I’m his doctor.” “I bought the flowers before you called.” He comes to me, handing them to me, and I grab them. “You stopped,” I say, looking at the flowers, “to buy flowers while I was here pacing the floor worried she would come back.” He kicks off his shoes, and I walk to the door. I pace the hallway back and forth till he walks in, and he does it with a smile and a bouquet. I pace the hallway, waiting for him, and put Jack in front of the television to watch Paw Patrol. “I’ll be home soon, baby,” he whispers and hangs up the phone. He laughs, he fucking laughs here I am, so furious at her, so fucking pissed that she showed up and didn’t even ask for her son but was a cold bitch.
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