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for you and her. You wouldn’t of had to do any of it on your own. How could you not tell me I was a fucking father?!” By the end of it I'm yelling. Saying I am pissed is an understatement. I know I’m not being fair to her right now, but she wasn’t fair when she kept our child a secret.  
    More tears stream down her face. “Jaxson, you would have left your family and came to New York to be with me. I didn’t want you to have to choose. And I’m glad that I didn’t make you choose. You would have lost out on the last few years of your dad’s life!” I can tell she’s getting upset. Her voice raises slightly and she's clenching her small hands into fists.
    “I fucking missed out on my daughter’s whole life instead!” I yell at her.  
    “I’m sorry I took the choice from you,” she whispers. She gets up and leaves before I can even think about what she’s doing.
    I hear the door slam shut and I’m stuck in my head. I was going to be a dad. Lyn and I were going to be parents to a little girl. Damn I need a drink. Going to the kitchen, I pull a bottle of tequila out of the freezer and start taking shots. After a few, I just chug straight from the bottle. An hour in, I can’t feel the pain of finding out my daughter died.

The banging on my front door jolts me awake. My fucking head is pounding and my mouth tastes like shit. Memories of last night flood my mind, I think I’m gonna be sick. Unlocking the door, I run towards the bathroom where I puke up the tequila I inhaled last night. I hear footsteps coming towards me and the chuckles make me want to puke on his boots.
    “What the fuck happened to you man?” Tate says.
    Wiping my mouth, I walk down the hall to the master bathroom. Grabbing the mouth wash, I swig it and rinse my mouth out. Spitting it out, I check the mirror and see how shitty I look right now. Damn. I feel like I got hit by a truck.
    “Got some news last night that didn’t go over well.” I state. I don’t want to talk to him about it, but I know he won’t let it rest until I tell him.
    “Does it involve your wife?” He asks with a smirk.  
    “Yeah.” I reply while searching the cabinets for some aspirin. Grabbing the bottle, I pop the top and pop a few pills in my mouth. Getting some water from the sink I wash them down and turn towards Tate’s smirking face.  
    “What happened?” Looking around the room, I replay everything she said to me.
    “Don’t fucking tell anyone.” I state. I don’t want the whole damn town knowing what Lynnie went through.  
    Holding his hands up, he acts like he zips his lips and throws away the key. Shaking my head, I walk out into the living room.  
    “Come on Jax. By the look of you, you need to talk about it.” Instead of responding I walk into the kitchen and grab a bottle of water from the fridge. Sitting at the bar, I let out a breath.
    “Lynnie…” I start. Shit, I don’t even know how to say it. “We had a daughter.” Rubbing my hand over my face, I try to not look at his expression.  
    “What do you mean had?” He asks, studying my face.
    “Lynnie said the pregnancy was fine, but when she went to deliver the baby, she didn’t have a heartbeat. The doctors said the umbilical cord wrapped around her neck and she died.” Feeling the tears start to fall down my face, I try to clear my throat. Feeling like I swallowed a rock, I try to get my emotions under control.  
    “Fuck man. I’m so fucking sorry.” I nod because I can’t say anything to him. “What did she name her and where is she buried?”  
    Shit. I have no fucking clue. I was so mad last night that I didn’t even ask any questions.  
    “No idea.” I need to find that out. I need to talk to Lyn about bringing our daughter home where she belongs.
    “So I can see why you look like hell this morning. You ready to go sweat that tequila out?” he laughs, breaking through my somber mood.  
    Finally cracking a smile, I tell him yeah and go to change into