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Your doing a good job with him, you know, he likes being held like that. You would have been a good parent. But, Morgan, that is not your son. This is not your house. I am not in a relationship with you... we haven't even seen each other in almost twenty years--
Morgan, go back to holding him like before, please. He could fall-- I guess that's the idea, huh? You want a confession? Fine. Just go back to holding him, like-- thank you.
Morgan you got me. I don't know how you hacked the system but I HAVE been looking at your pictures. A lot. All the time. Every time you post on your timeline I look. I go to another friend's page when Jaime comes into the room but as soon as I'm alone, I'm back to yours.
I love Jaime, we're a good team. A GOOD team. And I love my son.
And having a family... I get stressed out and bored a lot of the time and then before I know it, I'm back at your pictures and I'm thinking "what if."
Does that meas I've loved you this whole time? Does it justify you coming across the country, stalking me, threatening my fam-- But no, you're just holding my son. Right? We're just talking, right?
So maybe we don't make this a big deal. Maybe you put my son back in his crib, we quietly leave this house. Leave him with Jaime. We go somewhere and talk. We catch up for real. Maybe we'll end up together, leave all this behind, label this little incident as "that crazy night."
I've posted a happy face over plenty other memories.
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