Making a story prompt my friend gave me 1: “Sex with my ex girlfriend who was a thot and had a baby”

It's crying again. I check to see what it needs, just a diaper change. I head back to bed.

I can't help but think of my past mistakes before I sleep. Why did I have to do it with her of all people?

was it because she was famous?

or was it because she was hot?

either way she left me for that damn "job" of hers and made me take care of the child. She even lied about being on the pill.

"I don't believe that we should abort children, even if they don't have a heartbeat."

that was her bullshit excuse. My cheeks feel hot and my blood presure is rising. I honestly can't fucking do it anymore.

I call her, but not to my suprise she doesn't pick up. I open up my laptop and look up her name to see of she was working. I was suprised, to see that she was offline.

I should forget about it. maybe the kid shouldn't see her, ever. It's ovious that she doesn't want to see them, so why should I go out of my way and find her. I'm too upset to go back to bed, and the baby starts crying again.