wendy huffed a chuckle, “oh i am a bitch, a proud one at that. i've been called worse by people close to me.”

she rested against the counter, “know, i'm not forcing you to either. you can leave anytime ya want to. you owe me nothing.”

hm? there's nothing wrong with me. m'tired, is all. kids are restless creatures.

i guess you could say that, yeah.

“i'm not taking your kids from you. it's not my decision to make. i'm not the newark courts.” wendy shrugged gently.

“i wouldn't do that. i know what it's like. i may be a hardened bitch, but never heartless.”

“i should hire you. assistant pay is high too, just saying.”

good. that's what i like to hear. they deserve a good father and i'm happy they're getting just that.

“i'm saying, i love her and if she wanted a relationship i wouldn't hesitate. ros was the love of my life, the one who stuck by me.”

her arms folded across her chest unfazed by his anger. the brunette then shook her head,

“it wasn't rehab that got me clean, it was her.”

i'd hope so. he's your child, after all. if i can be present, you can be too.

“it was more of me asking you for sperm than just me in general. she wasn't a fan of my child coming from my ex.”

wendy shrugged a bit, “i'd give her a chance as soon as she would ask.”