× - Jessiah (new) -"Sorry. I think you got the wrong number. Please stop texting and calling this number."Received 21:27 Wrong number?  Sorry wrong number? Seriously?  That's the best she could do?Pure annoyance boomeranged in his aching head as he stared at the thin white letters on the screen, glaring at the steaming pile of bullshit he just read. "You've gotta be kiddin' me..." Jenson muttered under his breath.  He shook his head weakly, restraining himself from hurling the useless phone onto the ground till it split into pieces. For hours on end, he waited and waited.  Not even a single text from her. Until now.  And a stupid lie was all she had to say?  After all this time? 

×Cry. Regret things. Blame herself. Recall the good and fun times. The memories they made. Feel sorry for him and herself. Regret how it ended. Then cry her eyes out all over again...The stupid cycle went on and on, keeping her locked up in her room, just depleting what's left of her will and energy. Then the the doorbell rang. The low-pitched, almost ominous noise echoed around the house. lt broke off the tense silence around her. But maybe it was just her who felt tense.That confident, determined look on his face just..."Shit." Why now? Why did he have to be here? How long had he been waiting out there? In the dark. By himself. And for what? For her to change her mind? When he rang the doorbell again, Jessi froze on the floor. Her mind switched back to full alert, her ragged breaths put on pause. The nerve-wracking thoughts in her foggy head wrenched tight knots of anxiety inside of her, making her forget about sleep and her exhaustion. Her face and nightdress both felt dam

× “Morning.” Jessi put on a smile as she watched the sweater-clad guy carrying the snoring little boy with remarkable ease. It didn't look like it was his first time holding a baby. “Morning,” Jenson greeted back with an ear-to-ear grin, almost whispering like her. While holding their sleeping son in his arms, he cautiously approached the front door, slightly swaying as if he was rocking the baby to sleep. Her smile grew wider. Her heart swelled. She almost got teary-eyed just looking at the two. First time seeing them together, but everything about it just felt innate. Just heartwarming. Reign didn't even budge when Jenson picked him up from the couch. The child was such a heavy-sleeper like her. His sister was the total opposite, though. Jenson stepped forward. “Ready to go?” “Yeah.” With Emerie in her arms, Jessi stepped closer to the father-and-son duo, keeping her voice down and her movements minimal, like Jenson. It was only nine in the morning. Reign fell asleep again mi