Vanessa's POV
6 Years Later
"His curfew is by 5pm" I told Richard, handing over Jayden's things to him
He smiled at me, nodding. "Yes, mama"
"Jayden, Daddy is here!" I yelled, checking around to see if I missed anything.
Richard chuckled, pushing my hair away from my shoulder. My body tensed at his touch and so I stepped back. "You worry too much. I'm sure you've packed everything"
"Don't ... Personal space" I reminded him.
"I be failing at that a lot these days, yeah?" He smirked, adjusting the sleeve of my dress.
I spun around, running towards the staircase to get away from him and his torture. 6 years without letting him touch me was doing me dirty but I just couldn't admit it.
My body wanted him but my heart was still healing and I was having PTSD. What if I let him in and he fucked me up again?
Jayden needed a father though and he was doing a great job at it so far. That alone made me see a brighter side to us but then, was he really worth it?