Unwritten (Kaylor g!p)

Chapter 2

Karlie's POV

"I love you, princess," I said to my daughter as I kissed her goodbye. She was going back to her mother for the rest of the week.

It took three years for Jourdan and me to come to a custody agreement after the divorce. We got married when she got pregnant, mostly due to her mother's prompting. I was in love with Jourdan at the time, or so I thought. The relationship was rocky from the get go. We were together just under a year before we got married. We went to the courthouse and eloped when she was six months along. Our relationship took a nasty turn when Josie was two. Jourdan cheated on me, with another woman , a real woman.

I was born an intersex. Well my parents didn't know that until I hit puberty. I was raised as a boy until my parents figured that out. I went through a lot of counseling and decided I wanted to live as a woman for rest of my life,because that is what always felt right. Most of my friends, that knew, didn't see a problem with it,neither did my family. They were all very supportive.

So back to Jourdan... What human didn't want to think about his wife screwing another woman, right? At least that was most of their arguments, Jourdan's too. The fact was, she'd broken our vows. I tried hard to get through it for the following four years. As far as I knew she never cheated again but we were a lost cause. I'd lost way too much respect for her that I couldn't gain back.

Josie had just turned eight. She was a beautiful, smart little girl that realized her mother and I didn't like each other. We tried to stay civil for her. It wasn't our daughter's fault we didn't get along.

"I'll pick you up Wednesday after school, alright?" I brushed the curly wisps of hair back from her forehead. It was nearly impossible to tell she was my daughter. She had her mom's skin color and thick, curly hair that was a pretty chocolate brown color with natural blonde highlights. Her green eyes were the death of me anytime she batted her long eyelashes at me. She had my eyes,my height and my smile. That was about it.

"Okay. I love you, Papa," she said.

When she was an infant we had decided that Jourdan would go with being called Mama and me obviously Papa. Later on when she was about four,we told her that she had two moms. And anyways if Jourdan marries someone then Josie will have three Mamas'. She still calls me Papa,it's our thing.

"Love you too." I knew I'd just told her but I wanted her to know it without a doubt. I looked up at Jourdan and said, "I think she's starting to get sick. She complained of a sore throat this morning when she got up. I gave her some throat spray and she's been fine."

"Okay. Thanks," Jourdan replied. "Is her homework done?"

"Yeah, it's in the front pocket of her bag." We figured out the safest bet was to limit our conversations to strictly about our daughter. Jourdan was a good mother, that was the least I could have asked for.

She nodded and added, "I'm going to have some papers for you to sign next time you drop her off. I want to take her to Lake Havasu to go camping."

"For how long?" I needed to know if it was going to cut into my time with her.

"We'd be gone for a week but you'll get your time made up when we get back."

"Alright," I nodded. "Thanks for letting me know. I'll see ya."

"See ya." Jourdan turned and went inside the house we used to share.

I turned to walk back to my truck. When I finally moved out I found a nice house with marina access. I had a Hollywood family and moved away from Los Angeles down to San Diego when I was eighteen. I went to culinary school to become a chef and opened a restaurant ten years before. I wasn't sure what kind of restaurant I wanted and when I opened it I had a handful of employees trying to help me figure it out. That was where I met Jourdan. She came in to apply to become a waitress and I was immediately taken with her. She got the job on the spot. I was pretty sure Josie was conceived in my office.