CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVE
Jack was in shock. He couldn't believe that Megan was standing in front of him. After everything that she had done; she actually had the nerve to come back.
"I just asked you a question," Jack said to her. "So, once again, what are you doing here?" he asked.
"I just wanted to come and say hi," Megan answered as she walked towards him. She went to hug him, but Jack stepped away.
"Don't," Jack warned.
"You don't look very happy to see me Jack," Megan smiled.
"Of course I'm not," Jack scoffed. "Why on earth would I be happy to see you?" he snapped.
"No need to get nasty," Megan exclaimed.
"I told you that I never wanted to see you again. I wasn't joking; I meant what I said," Jack told Megan.
"You don't mean that," Megan said seriously.
Jack shook his head in disbelief. "You nearly ruined my life; of course I mean it," he started. "You tried to pass off another mans child as mine. You tried your hardest to make sure that Martha and I stayed apart. You even guilt tripped her into breaking up with me. Why on earth would I want anything to do with you now?" Jack continued.
Megan sighed. "I'm sorry for everything that I done. But I've changed. I'm not that person anymore," she told Jack.
"I don't care," Jack shook his head. He went to speak again but was cut off by Laila's loud cries.
Megan's head jerked up as soon as she heard the crying. "Oh, is that the baby?" she asked.
Jack glared at her and turned around and walked off towards his room. He pulled Laila out of her crib and hugged her to his chest. "Ssshh, it's okay," he said softly as Laila's cries subsided. He walked back out into the lounge room; disappointed to see Megan still there. He had hoped that she would have taken the hint and left.
Megan walked towards Jack when she noticed that he had the baby in his arms. "It's wearing pink, so I'm guessing it's a girl," she stated. "What's her name?" she asked.
"Laila," Jack answered.
"Cute," Megan smiled. "Can I hold her?" she then asked.
Jack laughed sarcastically. "I don't think so," he exclaimed.
"Why not?" Megan pouted.
Jack groaned. "Because I don't like you and I want you to go," he told her. "And Martha will be here soon, and you'll just upset her. So, if you don't mind; the doors that way," he said.
"Oh, so you and Martha are back together then?" Megan asked.
"Not that it's any of your business, but yes we are," a voice snapped from the doorway.
Jack looked up; it was Martha. She strode into the house; slamming their lunch down on the table.
"Hello Martha," Megan smiled.
Martha just glared at her. She had honestly felt sick when she had walked into her home and found Megan standing in her lounge room. Martha thought that she would never have to see her face again. Obviously she was wrong.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Martha snarled.
Megan kept smiling. "I just wanted to come and say hello to Jack," she said as walked over to where Martha and Jack were now standing. "Congratulations on the birth of your daughter. She's sweet," she said as she reached a hand out to touch the baby.
"Don't you dare touch her," Martha yelled.
Martha's raised voice caused Laila to start crying again. "I'm sorry baby," Martha cooed as she took Laila from Jack's arms.
It was at that moment that Megan noticed the engagement ring on Martha's finger. "You're engaged?" she asked.
"Yes, we are," Martha answered. "In fact, we're getting married in two weeks," she said.
"Oh, joy," Megan exclaimed sarcastically.
Martha then looked up and glared at Megan again. "Get out of my house," she said.
"Excuse me," Megan exclaimed.
"I said get out of my house," Martha snapped.
Megan sniggered. "The last time I checked; this was Jack's house," she said smartly.
Martha laughed a little. "I swear to god, if you don't get out of my house right now; I will hit you," she warned.
"Violence is not the way Martha," Megan shook her head and finger at Martha.
"Just get out," Jack finally came back into the conversation. "We don't want you here. If you don't leave now, I'll have you arrested," he added.
"Alright, I'll go," Megan held her hands up in defense.
Jack walked over to the door and held it open. Megan stopped when she reached him. "I honestly don't know how you put up with all of her yelling," she smiled at Jack. "Just know this; my door will always be open to you. One day you'll see sense and you'll come to me," she smirked as she ran a finger down his chest.
Jack flinched away. "Get out," he growled. Megan gave him one last smile before walking out. Jack slammed the door behind her.
He then looked over at Martha. She turned away and rushed off to their room. Jack followed her and watched as she lay Laila down on the bed. "What was she doing here?" Martha asked.
"She just turned up all of a sudden," Jack started to explain. "I was waiting for you to get back with lunch. I came in here and then by the time I walked back out; she was just standing there. I kept telling her to leave, but she wouldn't listen," he told her.
"I hate her Jack," Martha started to cry. "She tried to take you away from me, and it still upsets me when I think about it," she said.
Jack pulled her into a hug. "Well, she's gone now. If she comes back again; I'll have her arrested," he promised. He pulled away and smiled at Martha. "I love you," he said as he kissed her softly. He ran his hand across her cheek; wiping the stray tear away.
"Now, why don't we go and have lunch. I can smell it from here, and it smells great," Jack said. "And I'm starving," he laughed.
Martha nodded. "I'll just put Laila back in her crib. I'll be out in a minute," she told Jack. He kissed her cheek and walked back out.
Martha picked up Laila again; and hugged her tightly. She kissed her daughters head softly. "I'm sorry for yelling before baby, but that lady is a meanie. Mummy doesn't like her," she whispered. She then gently placed Laila back into the crib.
She walked out and sat down with Jack; trying her hardest to get Megan off her mind.
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NOTE: For all those who want to know how the name Megan is pronounced in this fic; it's Me-gan.