Chapter Forty-Five
Alan
It was all I could do not to pull Jessica into my lap and ramp up our makeout session on Brian’s patio.
I tried not to think about how easy it’d be to move from the patio chairs to one of the loungers nearby… but I knew if we got horizontal, I wouldn’t want to stop, and I’d already told myself I was going to honor her and not let things go too far until she was legally my wife.
I was proud for refraining, considering how little blood was left in my brain after the majority of it surged straight to my dick once my lips touched hers.
Her hair was soft when I dug my fingers into it, and when she let out a little contented whimper against my lips, I groaned out loud.
This might be harder than I thought.
Fortunately—or maybe unfortunately—Lainey’s voice called from the doorway, “Hey, are you guys out here?”
We broke the kiss, and I answered, “Yeah. Just having a picnic on the patio.”
She stepped outside and approached where we sat hidden in the moonlight.
“Sorry to interrupt, but I think Jess left her phone on the kitchen counter at our place. It’s been going off like crazy, and I just wanted to make sure there wasn’t an emergency or something.
” Lainey handed her the phone and added, “For the record, Ruthie’s fine.
She’s fast asleep but Grandma Denise refuses to put her in her car seat and won’t let anyone else hold her. ”
The visual of my mother ready to fight anyone who tried to take the sleeping baby from her made me smile.
Then Jessica opened her phone and let out a deep sigh, and I asked, “Everything okay?”
“No. My parents want me to come home. My dad has an early shift at the mine, and my mom is worried I’ll wake him up when I get home.”
I stole a glance at Lainey, who did not have a good poker face. Or apparently a filter, because she asked with a scowl, “Why would you wake him up when you came home?”
“I wouldn’t. It’s just her way of saying I need to come home now.”
I had known that was the case, but unlike Lainey, I wasn’t going to make Jess say it out loud.
In fourteen days, we wouldn’t be dealing with this anymore. I could play by Ed and Carol’s rules for two more weeks.
“Let’s get you and Ruthie home, then.”
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Jessica
I quickly fired off a text to my mom, telling her I’d be on my way soon.
I was embarrassed to be called home at eight-thirty, like I was in seventh grade and it was a school night. I’d been dealing with this all my life, so I should’ve been expecting it. I guess I was hoping since I was out with my fiancé and his family, they’d ease up.
Of course, I’d have no such luck. And having it happen in front of these people—especially Alan—was even more mortifying than when it’d happened when I actually was in seventh grade.
And as much as I wanted to defy my parents, I knew that wasn’t a smart move. They were already going to be pissed, considering my mom’s first text had come in twenty-five minutes ago.
I only had to do this for two more weeks, then they’d have no more say over how late I stayed out or with whom. Not that I was going to be a party animal—I had a daughter for goodness’ sake.
We went back to Lainey and Adam’s, where I said my goodbyes and thanked everyone for all their help that afternoon as Denise reluctantly put Ruthie in the car seat.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, sweet girl,” she told her before leaving a big, mauve lipstick print on her forehead. She then stood up straight and grabbed both my hands. “And I’ll see you tomorrow, too, beautiful lady. Thank you again for including me in your dress-shopping trip.”
“Of course! And hopefully you’ll be able to find a dress, too.”
“Oh, no. I wouldn’t dream of shopping for my dress on your special day.”
Well, shit. Try telling my mama that.
“Don’t worry about it,” I assured her. “I know time is short, so it’d only make sense if you found something at the same time.” Deciding it was best to warn everyone now, I added, “I know my mom is planning on looking while we’re there.”
She gave me a kind smile and replied, “Maybe I’ll look around after you make your decision, then,” before releasing my hands.
Hank stood next to Denise and awkwardly patted my arm. It was obvious he wasn’t sure if he should hug me, shake my hand, or what.
“It was nice seeing you tonight, Jess.”
“You too, Mr. Callahan.” I suddenly remembered Mama’s invitation and asked, “Did Alan talk to you about coming to dinner at my parents on Sunday?”
“He did,” Hank responded. “And we’re looking forward to it.”
“Let us know what we can bring,” Denise said.
“I will.”
I turned to the rest of the group and waved. “I can’t wait to see you ladies, tomorrow! Brian, it was nice meeting you, and I hope you feel better, soon. Adam, it was good to see you again.”
And with that, Alan picked up Ruthie’s carrier, and I grabbed the diaper bag, and we headed toward the door.
I appreciated nobody commented on me being called home like a child—and on a Friday night, no less. Although I wouldn’t be surprised if they had plenty to say once we left.