Bradford Bad Boy
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“Zayn, I’m coming back,” I said, waiting for his response.
“Really, when?” He asked, sounding excited.
“Soon enough,” I mumbled.
I hated lying to Zayn. I was coming back, but this time it wasn’t just me. I had a son, who Zayn didn’t know about. He was the most important thing to me other than Zayn, but bringing them together would be a difficult task.
“I miss you, Mary.” He said, sighing.
“I know that. I miss you too. I’ll be there soon, I promise!” I smiled, and then hung up.
I turned around to Marc, he smiled at me, his face and hands were covered in jelly. I chuckled at him; he made my life to much more interesting. I picked him up and walked to the bathroom, how am I supposed to explain Marc to Zayn.
“Really, when?” He asked, sounding excited.
“Soon enough,” I mumbled.
I hated lying to Zayn. I was coming back, but this time it wasn’t just me. I had a son, who Zayn didn’t know about. He was the most important thing to me other than Zayn, but bringing them together would be a difficult task.
“I miss you, Mary.” He said, sighing.
“I know that. I miss you too. I’ll be there soon, I promise!” I smiled, and then hung up.
I turned around to Marc, he smiled at me, his face and hands were covered in jelly. I chuckled at him; he made my life to much more interesting. I picked him up and walked to the bathroom, how am I supposed to explain Marc to Zayn.