I hope you like my first ever made story.
I do not own Nick or CSI AT ALL! But I do own Terra and her softball team and coach….basically that's all…ENJOY PLEASE AND REVIEW! Love to have feedback!
I rated it T for language!
Oh and also….I'm a person who likes to add some extra spice to the characters, my own spice to make them me unique. Well….anyway please enjoy and have a great day!
All I ever wanted was a kid of my own, with half of my DNA in them. I know I would be a really great father, it's true. But… with work and everything I don't have time to be with my child, I'll be too busy at work and won't get to see them for a while, that basically ruins the point of having a kid living with you. The only thing to keep the child under control is maybe get a baby sitter which I would never do, too much work to do and money paid to them.
So… I think the best way of having a child is adopting one, maybe an older one, yeah I like that idea now. Can't judge me on what I think. You got to love it.
"I'm so sick of paying money for nothing!" the husband yelled at his wife. He gripped the coffee mug in his hand that it ended up breaking in his hands, coffee spilled everywhere on the carpet. "Why are we paying for everything Terra is in? Like softball and band for example."
"At least she's into extracurricular activities and not sitting on her butt after school, watching T.V and eating junk food," the wife argued back.
"All of this damn money I made for nothing," the husband muttered to himself, it was far too quiet for his wife to hear, but she caught seeing his lips move.
"Please be a good father for Terra, Aiden," she whispered. "I know you think all of this money we made was just for Terra, which it wasn't"
Aiden didn't reply back, he knew that all of his money that he worked hard for was wasted on his daughter and nothing else important. There was no way of getting his worth paid money back from all of the things Terra has done.
"You know what, Nicole? This conversation is over. It's a never ending argument with you," he said and then stormed off. He headed for the closet to grab a jacket and shoes. Aiden put his jacket on and shoes, he never bothered tying the shoelaces and then opened the front door. "You can find a way of getting all the money back yourself, I'm not helping you. I already put a hell of a time to waste." And then, he was out of the house. Nicole sighed, the job she was working with doesn't pay her so much. To regain all of the money, she needed to work at least five days a week for two years to have all of the "wasted money" back.
I might as well take her out of softball to get the refund of the remaining money in our account, Nicole thought to herself and then sighed. At least she knew she was on a great start on getting money back.