Simmons - Jackson Fantasies 2

What If..... (Diggy) || Scenario 2

I sighed looking at the child that I wish were mine....well children. My mom called me over so we could talk, but she didn't say that she was babysitting my ex's children.

"Why am I here?" I groaned. "Why didn't you tell me they were here? You know what that bitch did to me! Why did you call me over here!?"

"WATCH IT! I'm still your mother!" She spat. I clenched my jaw. "You need to see them. You need to get to know them." She sighed, looking over at them. "They act more like you than you think, though they look like their father." I shook my head. "You know he named her after you. Despite how Karen felt."

I know I shouldn't after everything he.....they put me through, but I miss Daniel. I mean he's still the love of my life so why would I not. They have triplets together. After all things considered, they never got together after that one night. Mommy tells me that he tells them that I'm going to be their mommy one day. And I wish he'd stop. Despite how I feel, we're never getting back together. I can't be with a man that impregnated my flesh & blood.

"Where's that bitch anyway?" I scuffed as Y/n walked over to me.

"Up up!" She squeaked, reaching up for me. I gnawed on my jaw, then picked her up. Her brothers were playing with their legos.

"Y/mn!" Mommy snapped. I sighed. "She's out of town. Daniel's had them for the past three weeks." I opened my mouth to speak, but she cut me off. "Because he said they remind him too much of you." I rolled my eyes.

"Mommy I hungy." Y/n whined. I sighed & got up to get her something. They've all been calling me "mommy" all day. As I walked into the kitchen, I heard the front door open.

"Mrs. Y/Ln!?" The sounds of heaven voiced throughout the house. Mommy greeted him. "Daniel, Justin, Y/n! C'mon babies, we gotta go."

"Daddy!" The boys yelled.

"I wanna 'tay with mommy!" Y/n whined, hugging my neck as tight as she could. I sighed. I wish I had the heart to tell them that I'm not going to be their mommy.

"Ya mama ain't here baby. We got—" I looked over to him standing in the opening of the kitchen. He leaned on the doorway, then smiled. "Hey [your nickname]."

"Don't." I groaned. "Y/n let me go, you gotta go home." She squeezed tighter.

"NOOOOOO!" She whined again. I sighed.

This is going to be harder than I'd like to handle.