You've been... PUSHING ON A PULL DOOR

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2 weeks later...
(Charity's P.O.V.)

Joel, Moriah, and Luke are truly incredible people. After Kai and I ran out of time at the home, Joel and Luke worked it out for Kai and I to rent out a room in their parents house. Luke and his wife also offered to watch Kai so I can work. I just dropped off Kai with Courtney (Luke's wife). I'm heading to start my 3rd day working at a cafe, Joel and Moriah know the owner, his son manages this one and they were able to help me get the job. My manager, Levi has been awesome and understanding of my situation even though he only knows the little bit Joel told him. I walked in to Kaffeböna to be greeted by the delicious smell of pastries and coffee. There was someone playing music on the stage in the corner, we have people who are trying to work their way into the industry here all day.

"Hey Charity! Go sign in and come right back here." Levi, my boss, told me.

"Yes sir!" I replied walking off.

"It's Levi or bro or something not sir." He said as a customer walked up to the counter he was working at.

I put my back up and signed in them hurried back to Levi.

"From what I've heard, you've done a great job so far working in the back. For today you will be up front, customer service is very important to me, and I've decided I'm going to train you to work up here." He explained.

"Okay, where do we start?"

He flashed me a small smile before answering, "enthusiasm, I like it. We'll start basic, register."

For the next couple hours I took orders, made drinks, and served people. After a while it business was really slow, Levi decided this would be a good time for me to work on my own. A few minutes after he left a couple came in and lined up at the counter. I took the ladies order, as she walked off to find a seat, the next person stepped up and I'm pretty sure my heart stopped.

"Charity? Charity Nolan?" He said, he had surprise written all over his face. "How have you been."

I was too annoyed by his presence to answer, but eventually, "oh you know, busy with my kid."

"Cool! You kept the baby! How's it doing?"

His answer frustrated me to the point of tears, but I forced them back. "My child is great, but you really have no clue about anything do you?"

"The kid has my last name, I know that."

"Birth certificate says Nolan."

"What? You didn't give it my name?"

"Why would I put your name? You don't even know the gender! You weren't their when I was pregnant, nor when we were homeless and broke. That is not your child, you are just a frigging sperm donor to my child."

"Maybe I'm trying Charity!"

"You should have tried 4 years ago Peyton, when you were actually needed."

"I can give that kid a better life than you ever will be able to, I have a fiancée, a job, money, car, apartment-"

"You lost your chance when you decided it was an inconvenience to have a kid." I interrupted.

"I was 17! I didn't know what I was thinking! My parents would have killed me!"

"Yeah, I was 14, and my parents kicked me out because I wouldn't abort. You had a choice, they would have let you come back, they would still love you despite it."

"Charity, you're wrong. I'll go wherever I need to, I will get permission to see my child."

"And when they ask you the name or the birthday, what will you tell them?"

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