"Can we please talk about this, Lays?" Parker asked quietly as he stood in the doorway of their bedroom. "I love you and I just got you back and Logan he needs—"
"He needs to be in an environment without drugs and sluts, Parker. And for the first year of his life he wasn't. But now that I'm able to be his mother again, I can make sure he won't be around it anymore." Layla stated as she sat on the bed, not even looking at the man talking to her.
"You're right baby you're so right." Parker agreed. "But I had to find some way of coping..."
"I don't want to talk about it." Layla stated. "You can leave. The party's over. Logan's asleep. I don't want to see you. We are over, get that through your thick head."
"But baby I—"
"I'm not your baby anymore." Layla said quietly before frowning. "Just leave me and Logan alone."
"Do you really not love me anymore?"
Layla frowned as a tear rolled down her cheek before she lowered her head into her hands, shaking it from side to side. Layla didn't see it, but Parker frowned as he nodded his head. He lowered his head, looking at his feet before wiping tears out of his eyes.
"Well I'll always love you, Layla. And Logan." Parker said, his voice slightly cracking.
"I'll let you see Logan whenever you want." Layla mumbled. "Just don't have him around whores."
"Never again." Parker almost whispered. "I'll spend the rest of my life trying to get you back before I lay a hand on another woman."
Layla laid back on the bed, putting her arm over her forehead with her eyes closed. Parker looked at her one last time and thought about how badly he wanted to be next to her in the bed at that moment. Then he frowned again, tears rolling down his face, before he walked away. Once Layla heard the front door shut downstairs, she started sobbing.
She had ruined everything by getting in that wreck, she thought.
Parker drove away, on the road to his parent's house. He too was sobbing as he drove down the abandoned road in the dark of night.
He had ruined everything with the things he had done, he thought.
Meanwhile, little Logan slept peacefully in his crib, dreaming of dump trucks and playing with his mommy and daddy, unaware of the changes that would soon happen.