Jared POV

I had just picked Evan up and was heading over to Alexis' daycare to pick her up. I was going to take them to go get ice cream and then Chuck-E-Cheese. Neither of them knew about it, I wanted to surprise them seeing as Emma was busy with Fashion Week in Paris.

"Evan, which classroom is Lexi's?"

"The one over here." Evan said, taking my hand and pulling me towards his sister's classroom.

"I'm here to pick up Alexis Prescott?" I said, clearing my throat and looking for her around the room.

"I'm going to need some form of identification, I don't think you're on the list for pick up." A short and relatively scrawny man said.

"I'm Jared, her father. I don't see why I would, and my name is literally right there." I say, pointing to my name on the list as Alexis comes running to me.

"DADDY! I thought that Ms. Ashley was gonna pick us up."

I had been in California, the Dodgers were thinking about having me play for them so I had to fly out there for a couple workouts. Emma and I were considering it, but there is a large chance that we would be staying in New York. We didn't want to move Evan and Alexis away from their friends. I had offers from both the Yankees and Mets also.

I handed the man my ID and then he gulped. "S-sorry, it's my bad."

"Daddy, this is Everett, he likes Mommy." Evan said,

"Thanks bud, c'mon we've gotta head out. Ice cream won't wait forever." I said, glaring at the smaller man.

Two Weeks Later

"Thank you for meeting me here," Everett, Alexis' weird little teacher said.

"Yeah, um. Can we move this along, you obviously don't like me and I've got to get to practice." I said, staring the small man down. I agreed to sign with the Yankees, because why not?

"I-I don't think you're good enough for Emma." Everett said,

"Let's start off with this first question. Why don't you think I'm good enough for her?"

"You weren't around for several months, but who was? Me! I was, I deserve her a lot more than you do."

"My wife is not a prize to be won so don't say who deserves her or whatever. Next thing, she never told you I was MIA, that's right buddy boy, I'm a former Marine. Now how well do you think you know my wife. Emma is the love of my life and don't think you know the first thing about her." I said, storming away from the small and insolent man. If you could even call him a man.

Everett POV

So maybe I jumped to conclusions before finding things out. Whatever, maybe he and Emma were meant to be. I should've made my move faster and maybe they would've been divorced by now and Emma and I would be together.

That's ridiculous, her kids would hate me. Maybe it's time to try Tinder.