Chapter 8

"We can see whoever the fuck we want on the side, but I don't ever want them coming around her. We will be the only parental figures in her life, therefore cohabiting together until she moves out is our only choice. This was the decision you made when you decided to keep her, so this is how it's going to be," I insisted, trying my best to appear unaffected by the glassy, wet look her eyes were taking on with each passing second. Dammit, why is she crying? Fuck, fuck, fuck. "You can't control every aspect of my life for the rest of my life! I'm not just some damn puppet, Brock!" she hissed, letting her emotions get the best of her as her tears spilled down her cheeks. "There's only room for one child in this relationship, and it's the one currently growing in your stomach - stop acting like a sixteen-year-old brat," I grunted, but the words tasted sour coming out of my mouth as I said them. "And it's not the rest of your life. Besides, I'm not doing anything th