A week after finding out I was going to be a mother, and after telling my family, I finally reached out to Jax. I sent him over twenty texts, but they all went unanswered.
I was so frustrated, I even sent him a damn email. With scans of the ultrasound and the paperwork to him. But nothing. No reply. Nada.
So, I got the balls and I called him. Well, called his house phone.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
w"Hello?" His mother answered the phone. His mother never really liked me, she was the type of woman who was more interested in money, versus the actual person.
"Hello Mrs. Doyle. Is Jax home?" My voice was barely above a whisper. Sweat beaded my head and my palms as I feared the worst.
"Depending on who this is." Why? Why must she be like this?
"It's Nikita."
"Oh, well, what do you need
