Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3058106-20160207161935

Note : idk I randomly had this idea and was like sure why not it’s a horrible idea and I love it.

 …~*~… 

Brooke hummed to herself as she cleaned up around the kitchen. Dakota was fast asleep in his crib in the other room and she was glad to have some peace and quiet for once. As she cleaned, she heard her phone ringing from the kitchen table. Without glancing at the caller ID, she answered it with a cheerful hello.

“Hey, Brooke,” she heard the voice say, and she felt her cheery mood suddenly disappear. The phone almost slipped out of her hand, but she was able to keep it in her grip. Brooke pulled a chair out and sat down at the table, leaning her elbows against the tabletop.

“Yes?” she asked, her voice slightly cracking.

“How’re you?”

“Fine,” she answered, not returning the question.

“Anyway, I was just calling to see how you are and how, um, you know, Dakota is.”

“Well, we’re both fine, thanks for asking.”

“I was also kind of wondering if maybe I could come by sometime.”

Brooke sighed and ran a hand through her hair, mulling over the idea. “I… I don’t know, Wesley,” she answered after a few brief moments.

“I was going to be there for the birth, but I was kind of busy,” Wesley told her.

“Awesome. I didn’t want you there anyway,” Brooke snapped.

Brooke heard nothing but silence on the other side of the line. She tapped her fingers against the table and considered going ahead and hanging up on him.

“I’m sorry,” she finally heard him say, his voice sounding like he was broken.

<p style="-webkit-font-smoothing:antialiased;outline:none0px;-webkit-tap-highlight-color:transparent;margin-top:15px;margin-bottom:15px;font-weight:normal;font-stretch:inherit;font-size:14px;font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(68,68,68);">“That’s nice.”

<p style="-webkit-font-smoothing:antialiased;outline:none0px;-webkit-tap-highlight-color:transparent;margin-top:15px;margin-bottom:15px;font-weight:normal;font-stretch:inherit;font-size:14px;font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(68,68,68);">“Look, Brooke, I know you’re mad –“

<p style="-webkit-font-smoothing:antialiased;outline:none0px;-webkit-tap-highlight-color:transparent;margin-top:15px;margin-bottom:15px;font-weight:normal;font-stretch:inherit;font-size:14px;font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(68,68,68);">“Mad?” she asked in faux surprise. “Me? Mad? Why the hell would I be mad at you?”

<p style="-webkit-font-smoothing:antialiased;outline:none0px;-webkit-tap-highlight-color:transparent;margin-top:15px;margin-bottom:15px;font-weight:normal;font-stretch:inherit;font-size:14px;font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(68,68,68);">“Please don’t be like this. I just wanted to have a mature conversation with you.”

<p style="-webkit-font-smoothing:antialiased;outline:none0px;-webkit-tap-highlight-color:transparent;margin-top:15px;margin-bottom:15px;font-weight:normal;font-stretch:inherit;font-size:14px;font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(68,68,68);">“That’s nice,” she said again.

<p style="-webkit-font-smoothing:antialiased;outline:none0px;-webkit-tap-highlight-color:transparent;margin-top:15px;margin-bottom:15px;font-weight:normal;font-stretch:inherit;font-size:14px;font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(68,68,68);">“Brooke, I was just wanting to see my kid,” he said in frustration.

<p style="-webkit-font-smoothing:antialiased;outline:none0px;-webkit-tap-highlight-color:transparent;margin-top:15px;margin-bottom:15px;font-weight:normal;font-stretch:inherit;font-size:14px;font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(68,68,68);">“Your kid? I didn’t realize Dakota was your child.”

<p style="-webkit-font-smoothing:antialiased;outline:none0px;-webkit-tap-highlight-color:transparent;margin-top:15px;margin-bottom:15px;font-weight:normal;font-stretch:inherit;font-size:14px;font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(68,68,68);">“He is mine though.”

<p style="-webkit-font-smoothing:antialiased;outline:none0px;-webkit-tap-highlight-color:transparent;margin-top:15px;margin-bottom:15px;font-weight:normal;font-stretch:inherit;font-size:14px;font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(68,68,68);">“Not according to his birth certificate.”

<p style="-webkit-font-smoothing:antialiased;outline:none0px;-webkit-tap-highlight-color:transparent;margin-top:15px;margin-bottom:15px;font-weight:normal;font-stretch:inherit;font-size:14px;font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(68,68,68);">“You didn’t put me down as the father?”

<p style="-webkit-font-smoothing:antialiased;outline:none0px;-webkit-tap-highlight-color:transparent;margin-top:15px;margin-bottom:15px;font-weight:normal;font-stretch:inherit;font-size:14px;font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(68,68,68);">“Wesley, I haven’t talked to you in over four months. The last time we spoke was for maybe three minutes and all you wanted to know was the due date so you could be there for his birth. After that, you lacked any bit of interested in Dakota. I was personally hoping to never have to speak to you again. So, why would I say you’re the father? You’ve showed no interest him or me,” Brooke said, her temper growing. Her patience was starting dissolve as Wesley kept speaking and acting as if he ever cared about having a child.

<p style="-webkit-font-smoothing:antialiased;outline:none0px;-webkit-tap-highlight-color:transparent;margin-top:15px;margin-bottom:15px;font-weight:normal;font-stretch:inherit;font-size:14px;font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(68,68,68);">“Okay, okay,” Wesley said calmly. “I get it. You’re mad at me.”

<p style="-webkit-font-smoothing:antialiased;outline:none0px;-webkit-tap-highlight-color:transparent;margin-top:15px;margin-bottom:15px;font-weight:normal;font-stretch:inherit;font-size:14px;font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(68,68,68);">“Oh, I’m beyond mad at you, Wesley Mercer.”

<p style="-webkit-font-smoothing:antialiased;outline:none0px;-webkit-tap-highlight-color:transparent;margin-top:15px;margin-bottom:15px;font-weight:normal;font-stretch:inherit;font-size:14px;font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(68,68,68);">“I get that, but please let me at least see Dakota.”

<p style="-webkit-font-smoothing:antialiased;outline:none0px;-webkit-tap-highlight-color:transparent;margin-top:15px;margin-bottom:15px;font-weight:normal;font-stretch:inherit;font-size:14px;font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(68,68,68);">“I don’t want to see you.”

<p style="-webkit-font-smoothing:antialiased;outline:none0px;-webkit-tap-highlight-color:transparent;margin-top:15px;margin-bottom:15px;font-weight:normal;font-stretch:inherit;font-size:14px;font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(68,68,68);">“Then let Lauren or someone babysit him and I’ll go to visit them and see him that way. You won’t even have to see me at all.”

<p style="-webkit-font-smoothing:antialiased;outline:none0px;-webkit-tap-highlight-color:transparent;margin-top:15px;margin-bottom:15px;font-weight:normal;font-stretch:inherit;font-size:14px;font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(68,68,68);">“Hm… Let me think about it. Oh, right, no.”

<p style="-webkit-font-smoothing:antialiased;outline:none0px;-webkit-tap-highlight-color:transparent;margin-top:15px;margin-bottom:15px;font-weight:normal;font-stretch:inherit;font-size:14px;font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(68,68,68);">“Brooke, why are you acting this way?”

<p style="-webkit-font-smoothing:antialiased;outline:none0px;-webkit-tap-highlight-color:transparent;margin-top:15px;margin-bottom:15px;font-weight:normal;font-stretch:inherit;font-size:14px;font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(68,68,68);">“Why are you suddenly caring?”

<p style="-webkit-font-smoothing:antialiased;outline:none0px;-webkit-tap-highlight-color:transparent;margin-top:15px;margin-bottom:15px;font-weight:normal;font-stretch:inherit;font-size:14px;font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(68,68,68);">There was more silence as Wesley tried to calm himself and think of something else to say. Brooke meanwhile was only thinking of all the ways she could tell him no and to stay away from her.

<p style="-webkit-font-smoothing:antialiased;outline:none0px;-webkit-tap-highlight-color:transparent;margin-top:15px;margin-bottom:15px;font-weight:normal;font-stretch:inherit;font-size:14px;font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(68,68,68);">“Please,” Wesley begged desperately. “Please let me see Dakota.”

<p style="-webkit-font-smoothing:antialiased;outline:none0px;-webkit-tap-highlight-color:transparent;margin-top:15px;margin-bottom:15px;font-weight:normal;font-stretch:inherit;font-size:14px;font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(68,68,68);">“If you keep begging, I’ll actually think about it.”

<p style="-webkit-font-smoothing:antialiased;outline:none0px;-webkit-tap-highlight-color:transparent;margin-top:15px;margin-bottom:15px;font-weight:normal;font-stretch:inherit;font-size:14px;font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(68,68,68);">“You mean you’re not even considering it right now?” Wesley asked in shock.

<p style="-webkit-font-smoothing:antialiased;outline:none0px;-webkit-tap-highlight-color:transparent;margin-top:15px;margin-bottom:15px;font-weight:normal;font-stretch:inherit;font-size:14px;font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(68,68,68);">“I’m definitely not.”

<p style="-webkit-font-smoothing:antialiased;outline:none0px;-webkit-tap-highlight-color:transparent;margin-top:15px;margin-bottom:15px;font-weight:normal;font-stretch:inherit;font-size:14px;font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(68,68,68);">“You’re acting really mature right now, you know,” Wesley said in annoyance.

<p style="-webkit-font-smoothing:antialiased;outline:none0px;-webkit-tap-highlight-color:transparent;margin-top:15px;margin-bottom:15px;font-weight:normal;font-stretch:inherit;font-size:14px;font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(68,68,68);">“That’s nice,” Brooke said, smirking to herself.

<p style="-webkit-font-smoothing:antialiased;outline:none0px;-webkit-tap-highlight-color:transparent;margin-top:15px;margin-bottom:15px;font-weight:normal;font-stretch:inherit;font-size:14px;font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(68,68,68);">“I’m going to get to see him sometime.”

<p style="-webkit-font-smoothing:antialiased;outline:none0px;-webkit-tap-highlight-color:transparent;margin-top:15px;margin-bottom:15px;font-weight:normal;font-stretch:inherit;font-size:14px;font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(68,68,68);">“Maybe. Anyway, I should probably take care of my son. He needs someone in his life to actually care for him,” Brooke said. “Bye, Wesley.” She hung up the phone before he could say anything else. She turned her phone on silent and left it on the kitchen table.

<p style="-webkit-font-smoothing:antialiased;outline:none0px;-webkit-tap-highlight-color:transparent;margin-top:15px;margin-bottom:15px;font-weight:normal;font-stretch:inherit;font-size:14px;font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(68,68,68);">Brooke stood up from her seat and walked into the other room where Dakota was fast asleep. She looked down at him and smiled as she saw how peaceful he looked. A frown started to appear on her face as she thought more about Wesley. He was technically Dakota’s biological father and there were so many chances that Dakota would end up taking Wesley’s looks more than her own and that as he grew older he’d constantly ask about who his dad was. It wouldn’t be hard for him to figure out. He would probably visit Jaime and Paige or Connor and Lauren and hear them sometimes mention. He’d probably even actually meet Wesley at some point seeing as how he’d probably still try to visit and see his old friends. Brooke knew that he would figure it all out someday.

<p style="-webkit-font-smoothing:antialiased;outline:none0px;-webkit-tap-highlight-color:transparent;margin-top:15px;margin-bottom:15px;font-weight:normal;font-stretch:inherit;font-size:14px;font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(68,68,68);">Still, not a single part of her wanted Wesley back in her life. She had finally been able to get over him a few weeks before Dakota was born. After his birth, the heartache had set in again, but it was over almost as soon as it started. Brooke didn’t want to see Wesley ever again, but she also didn’t want to have to deal with him claiming to be the father and the possibility of going to court. Why should Wesley who had almost nothing to do with her during her pregnancy be allowed to have parental rights to Dakota?

<p style="-webkit-font-smoothing:antialiased;outline:none0px;-webkit-tap-highlight-color:transparent;margin-top:15px;margin-bottom:15px;font-weight:normal;font-stretch:inherit;font-size:14px;font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(68,68,68);">Brooke sat down in the rocking chair next to the crib. She sighed and shook her head, not knowing what she was even thinking or feeling anymore. She only sat there and looked over at Dakota. “Fine,” she whispered, mostly to herself. “Fine. Just one time.”

<p style="-webkit-font-smoothing:antialiased;outline:none0px;-webkit-tap-highlight-color:transparent;margin-top:15px;margin-bottom:0px;font-weight:normal;font-stretch:inherit;font-size:14px;font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(68,68,68);">She stood up from her seat and went back to the kitchen. She picked her phone up and already saw a missed call from Wesley. She started a new text message and sent him a short simple text that only said okay. She wrote nothing else and decided she needed a nap. She went back to her bedroom and crawled into her bed. She could see Dakota in his crib from where she was lying in her bed. She closed her eyes and fell asleep after a few brief moments. <ac_metadata title="i&#039;m making my own history" related_topics="Brooke Vincent"> </ac_metadata>