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is when I wrecked my Kendall.
    “Her name is Alexis.” I told her. When they say in movies that a person has crumbled in on themselves dying a little inside I thought that was all bullshit. Until I saw Kendall do it with my very own eyes.

    Since we were eleven Kendall had told me that she wanted three kids. Two boys she would name Kane Declan, and Jerimiah Max after her dad and me, and my dad and Uncle Max. She wanted one perfect little girl named Alexis Rose. Rose after her mom Brenna Rose. To Kendall it was set in stone. There was no persuading her otherwise. I knew that. I’d heard her every time she said it, and even though I was just a kid too I knew that those kids would be mine and hers. As far as I was concerned she could name them whatever she wanted as long as she had them with me. Yeah. I told you I was an asshole.

    If this is all I can have of my Kendall I’ll take it regardless the pain it causes her. I know it has to burn. Hurt her deeply that I stole her baby girls’ name. A baby that should have been hers dammit. Not missing a beat Kendall sighs heavily looking down on my daughter.
    “It’s perfect. She’s perfect. It fits her beautifully.” Placing my daughter back in her bassinet she turns to us and gives me another gift. “If any of you need anything, and I do mean anything please let me know. I’d be happy to help any way I can.”

    That’s my girl. Willing to help even in the face of being crushed. Not one to miss making shit worse Isabella delivers another blow just because she can.
    “Oh thank you Kennedy. I’m sure we’ll be just fine though. This little family has to get themselves sorted without people meddling. If we need a babysitter for date night though, I’ll keep you in mind.”

    I can’t say anything. I’m frozen on the spot. I’m fucking weak, and pathetic. Jesus. I even want to smack my-fucking-self. I just watch Kendall linger over my daughter, and nod weakly in response.
    “Okay Isabella.” It’s almost too soft to hear. Merely a whisper, and with that she’s gone.

    Fuck. My. Life.

    To say my dad was unhappy with the turn of events would have been a massive fucking understatement. Don’t get me wrong he loves Lexi. He loves being a Grandpa, and he loves me. He does NOT love, like, or tolerate Isabella however. If he can avoid her he does. At all costs. From the second I told him I knocked Isabella up until this very day my old man gives me shit about it. He never does it around his granddaughter, but when we’re away from little ears he lets me fucking have it. After yelling at me for not wrapping my junk, and being a ‘Stupid fucking kid’, his words, mine, dad resigned himself to the fact a little person was going to be born in six and a half months, and he would just have to get the fuck over it. He never has got over his hatred of the manipulative DB though.

    I ended up telling my dad everything. Starting with the hysterical crying fits Isabella had over me being friends with Kendall. The threats of abortion if I didn’t marry her. To the callous way she said she would take my little girl from me if I divorced her. Granted I didn’t fess up until about two years ago when dad cornered me after one of Isabella’s more colourful tantrums at a family hog roast.
    Lexi was two and a half, full of sass, and hyper as fuck. She was a mini-person with attitude, and a big ass vocabulary. Shit. Half the time I was either in fits of laughter, or tryin to convince my kid not to say the shit that was coming out of her mouth. Everyone but Isabella thought Lexi was hilarious. They usually ignored, or tried not to react to Lexi’s funny as hell comments though. Isabella not so much. She would scream at me for turning my baby into a deadbeat like I apparently am.

    It must have been getting on five-o’clock which is the witching hour for Lexi. She is either dog tired, or more hyperactive than usual at time of day. Today it’s the latter. Running around the picnic