A New Life

38.

(Brittany's POV)

"Are you crazy!? ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY!!!!" Jax is throwing his weight around our apartment as he frantically paces around. "YOU FUCKING KNEW AND DID NOT THINK TO TELL ME!" he continues to scream. "Jax please, just calm down so we can talk-".

"CALM DOWN!? YOU LIED TO ME BRITTANY! YOU LIED TO ME AND NOW NOT ONLY HAS MY WORLD BEEN TURNED UPSIDE DOWN SO HAS THEIR'S!" Jax is not calming down, he isn't standing still, but I can't blame him. "I didn't know how to tell you." I feebly admit. "YOU JUST OPEN YOUR GODDAMN MOUTH BRITTANY!" he yells back at me. I look around the room at his trail of destruction, cushions all over the floor, a smashed glass from where he launched it across the room. "How was I meant to tell you? That wouldn't have been good for anyone." I explain. "And you think finding out this way is!? Two innocent people, two good people have just discovered that my son is their son! There is absolutely no way they are going to let me see him." Jax has now placed himself on the sofa, burying his head in his hands. "We thought if we kept it a secret until the right time, we would work a way around this." His head shoots up and he stares right at me.

"We?" he looks at me with a confused look, he just thought it was me who knew. "Me, Santana and Grace." I watch has redness takes over his face, the anger bubbling back up. "You all knew?" he says with a disgusted look. "You told them and not me?" Now pure hurt etched over his face, his eyes welling up. "This is unbelievable, fucking unbelievable! YOU TELL YOUR EX WIFE AND HER FIANCEE ABOUT THIS AND NOT ME!" he is breathing so heavy, I worry something else might be thrown across the room. "I can't even fucking look at you right now." he spits, turning away from me. "You're right okay, you're right. I shouldn't have said a word to them, but I panicked. A-And I knew that Santana would know what to do, I wanted to handle this carefully. I didn't want you to go off the handle, do something stupid. This is such a delicate situation, I knew if you found out you would go all guns blazing and I didn't want you doing that." I explain my reasoning and actions to him, but I can't tell if any of my words are registering with him.

"Fuck you" he says through gritted teeth. He grabs his jacket and storms out of the apartment, slamming the door so hard, the pictures on the wall quake a little.

(Santana's POV)

"-You should never have opened your fucking mouth about this lunch" I scold Grace. I am pacing around the room, flashbacks of this afternoons shit show playing through my head. It ended horribly, Jax showed Finley and Abby a picture of his son, well their son. They soon got up from the table and left. "How is this my fault!? This is Brittany's drama and she's brought it over here into our lives once again." Grace argues back. We are both finding it hard to not raise our voices, but Mateo is asleep only a couple of rooms down from us. "No, this is Jax's drama and he brought it into our lives!" Grace scoffs and rolls her eyes. "Problem?" I say, really not liking her attitude. 

"Jax's drama, Brittany's drama. It's the same fucking thing Santana! Either way we got dragged into it and were forced to lie, because Princess Brittany begged you to." I swiftly walk past her and close our bedroom door, so I can raise my voice just a little more. "Are you fucking kidding me! I didn't exactly hear the word 'no' come out of your mouth. So don't you dare insinuate that I made you do this." I say pointing at her, channeling all of my anger right now into my index finger. "Oh please! Brittany asks, she gets. She is the mother of your children, whatever she wants you bend to accommodate, no matter the cost. And do you know what? I fucking do it, I go with it for you. Not for her, not for Jax, not for anyone else but you! And why do I do that? Because I fucking love you and I would do anything for you. Do you think I love having your ex wife here? Do you think I love the fact I am also in the middle of this shitstorm, I don't. But I do it for you. So don't you dare fucking stand there Santana and put this on me."