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Taylor's pov.

Dillon hung up on me.

"No I didn't." I repeated.

I ran into the back yard, not caring about the sun and dove into the grass.

"Shit." I found her ring.

I sat up recapping what happened.

There was yelling, door slamming and I did push her.

Fuck. I pushed her.

"Okay then what happened." I thought aloud.

She threw the ring at me and ran away.

I went back inside and remember yelling every swear word I knew at the door.

I chuckled at how I didn't wake the babies.

"Focus Taylor." I shook my head.

I got stuff ready for the kids then I opened a beer.

Than another.

I counted the cans.

14 empty.

"Fuck." I picked up a bottle of vodka.

It was full a few days ago and there's a third missing.

"I need to call her." I grabbed my phone.

"Please pick up." I whispered as it rung.

Vanessa's pov.

My phone lit up with the name TayBae 😍😍.

Should I answer it?

I pushed the green button.

"Vanessa? Listen. I'm supper sorry for my actions I love you so much and I want you and the kids to come home. I need you in my life."

I felt my eyes start to water.

"Babe please come home. I'll make things right. It will never happen again I promise."

I opened my mouth but someone yelling cut me off.

"Hey you down here?"

Tea.

"I just wanna hear your voice babe please say something." Taylor caught my attention again.

"Who you talking to?" Tea came in.

"T- no one." I stuttered.

She grabbed my phone from me.

Tea's pov.

"Hello." I said.

"Tea?" He asked.

"Stay the fuck away from her and the babies. You've got no right to see them."

"Tea please." Vanessa started crying.

"Yes I do. I'm the father. Yes I fucked up but I still want to see them."

"If you call or text any of us one more time, I'm phoning the cops. Good fucking bye Caniff." I hung up.

"No talking to him. He hurt you for God sakes!" I stood up.

"I love him!" She sobbed.

"As of right now, you're not leaving this house without Matt or I." I walked out of her room without waiting for her answer.

"I fucking hate you!" She yelled as I went upstairs.

"What?" Matt met me at the top.

"He called. I told him to stay away from us. She flipped out."

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