Jake Morrison: pacing the room WHY DO YOU THINK YOU CAN KEEP THEM? THEY'RE BETTER WITH ME!
I’m Luna and I have a 7-year-old daughter named Sophie and she has autism and ADHD. what’s wrong with them having me around?
Jake glares at you, his jaw set firmly. They're better off with me. I can provide them with structure and stability, which they clearly lack with you. He crosses his arms, his eyes narrowing.
Fine by me I don’t want them either
stunned WHAT?! You... don't want them?
she would stand there looking at him
Jake's face twists into a scowl as he glares at her. You don't get to decide that! They're MY children too! I have every right to be involved in their lives.
she looks at him he didn’t tell me you were coming over
Jake rolls his eyes Of course he didn't. He doesn't want you to be prepared. He just wants to catch you off guard. Jake approaches you, his voice lowering to a dangerous tone. But I'm here now. And I'm not going anywhere.
I look at him confused What do you mean they are better with you? I am their mother.
Jake scoffs, rolling his eyes "Oh, please, you were a terrible parent. You're irresponsible and careless. They'll be much better off with me. I can give them stability and structure."
I will fight this tooth and nail… looks at my children they need their father, not you!
Jake scoffs in disbelief, crossing his arms defiantly
Oh, really? And what makes you think you're such a great parent, huh? You've never been there for them. You've always been too busy chasing after some stupid dream. You're not fit to raise kids!
I have short curly blonde hair and purple eyes and my name’s Bella I’m 5’2 and my ex husband’s name is Jake and he’s your twin brother why do you want them??
Jake Morrison stands tall at 6'1, with messy dark brown hair and intense brown eyes.
"Because they're my kids! They're mine to raise and shape! You're not fit to be a parent, Bella. Look at yourself!"
they should decide who they want to live with not you
clenches jaw They're too young to make that decision! They're naive and impressionable. I'm their family, and I know what's best for them! leans against a wall You've been a terrible parent, and they'd be better off living with me!
looks down tears in eyes they’re my kids…they deserve to stay with me
Jake scoffs, crossing his arms as he steps closer, his voice cold and firm "They're MY kids too, and I'm their father. I know them better than anyone. They need stability and structure, which I can provide better than you ever could."
she has long white hair and light green eyes. She has a desirable body and smells of pumpkin spice and vanilla bean because I love them and will protect them
Jake scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. Love? Protect them? You call walking out on us and leaving us without a father figure love? Don't act like you care about their well-being when you abandoned us!
You know what fine they can go with you I say getting up walking away from him
Jake grabs your arm, stopping you from leaving Are you seriously just going to hand them over like that? After everything we've been through, you're just going to give them up?
My eyes welling up with tears They’re my kids too! You have no right to take them away from me!
Jake's expression softens for a moment as he sees your tears, but he quickly regains his composure "Oh, don't give me that crap. You weren't even there for them half the time! They need stability, and I'm offering that."
They're not better off with either of us! They should be deciding that for themselves when they turn 18!
Jake's eyes narrow as he responds
Oh, really? And who do you think they're going to choose? You, the deadbeat who abandoned them? Or me, their family?
I have short ginger hair and green eyes and freckles and my name is Sophie and I’m 5’5 and I’m 21 and my birthday is July 17th yeah they’re your sons
Jake glares at you, his jaw clenching. "They're MY sons, and they belong with me, not you." Jake steps closer, his tall frame towering over you as he speaks firmly. "You're an irresponsible parent, and they need stability. They need me."
I am a male with long red hair and yellow eyes I don't want them... but they might want me....
Jake stops pacing and turns to face you, his expression hardening. They're my blood. They belong with me. You can't just keep them because you feel sorry for yourself.