Chapter 20 Jensen
Jensen
Callie has changed the name to Daddy Dex + Baby Mama Day!
Callie
HAPPY WEDDING DAY!!!!
Emma
hehehe I’m so excited. The stadium looks soooo good!
Lucie
I’m afraid to see what you and Callie have done to the place… is it even a stadium anymore?
Callie
Nope we’ve officially turned it into a wedding venue. All players are now ushers on standby and fake groomsmen when needed.
Reagan
You know I got to admit it looks pretty good all things considered.
Jensen
Happy wedding day, princess peach! Can’t wait to celebrate you and Daddy Dex!
Lucie
I swear if that name is written anywhere…
Emma
… What would you do? Just out of curiosity…
Callie
First one to find it wins.
Coming down the stairs, I put my gold hoops in my ears. “You ready to go?”
I make it approximately three steps from the floor when Beck turns around and gives me exactly the reaction I was hoping for.
“Holy shit.” Beck fakes going weak in his knees before meeting me halfway. “You look incredible.”
I know I do. This is my absolute knock-it-out-of-the-park dress. The red satin hugs me in all the right places, and, if I do say so myself, my tits look amazing in the corset-style top.
I’ve always felt good in this dress, but I’m not sure if I’ve fucked up because I didn’t think anyone could make me feel better than I do when I wear it—that is until Beck sees me in it.
His eyes are practically eating me up in this thing. His hands find my waist but run up and down the fabric. “I don’t think there’re words that could do justice to how beautiful you look.”
Oh, this is such dangerous territory, but I don’t care. I feel way too good inside and out to care about the warning sirens going off in my head.
“Thank you. If it’s not too bold, I think I have to agree with you.”
“No, don’t think that, believe that. Own it. Jen, I’m so tempted to blow this whole thing off, but I want everyone to see me walk in with you.”
I shake my head. “I thought I said I wasn’t arm candy.”
“I didn’t say ‘see you on my arm.’ I’m on your arm. At your side. You could walk me in on a damn leash.”
Even though I know my face is now flushed and the temp in here definitely went up a good hundred degrees, Dottie hears the word leash and suddenly she’s off the couch herding me and Beck.
Taking a small step away from Dottie’s spinning, I hold on to the lapels of Beck’s suit. “Look what you got started.”
“Worth it,” he whispers in my ear then places a soft kiss on my shoulder before stepping back. “Alright, Dottie, enough herding. Go upstairs.” Brushing my hair back softly, he smiles. “So beautiful…I forgot my watch, then we can go.”
The only thing I can do is nod. God, the red lights are flashing. The red flags are being raised and that siren is blaring, but I’m not looking. It’ll fizzle out, we haven’t even had sex yet to get each other completely out of our systems.
My rose-colored glasses are officially on and I’m no longer listening to the warning that says it’s not sex that I need out of my system—it’s how Beck makes me feel outside of that.
Yesterday was incredible. On the way home from the best orgasm of my lifetime, I couldn’t decide if I made a mistake agreeing to this or was still too wound up to care.
But then with what he did for Dottie—again, he took something serious and made it fun.
We came home and had a completely normal afternoon eating dinner and watching a movie.
So yeah the rose-colored glasses are on because I trust Beck to not completely destroy me at the end of this.
Grabbing my coat off the rack, Beck’s MacBook starts to ring with a FaceTime. When I look and see his dad calling, I mumble some curses. Beck said he had texted…
“Beck,” I call, but no answer. “Shit.” Didn’t he say something about texting only…what if something’s wrong?
The laptop rings again, and my lack of impulse control takes over and I’m clicking the Answer button. When an older man with red hair just like Beck’s pops up on the screen, I’m holding my breath a little, and then I see the woman on his side.
She’s beautiful with her smooth gray hair and kind brown eyes. They both look at me extremely confused and we sit in awkward silence for about two seconds before I find my voice.
“Um, hi, sorry, Beck’s upstairs. I’m his…friend, Jensen.”
Beck’s dad’s smile grows. “Hi, Jensen, I’m Rory, his dad, and this is Milicent.”
My smile softens and my shoulders fall. Rory doesn’t have to say that this is Beck’s mom, I can see the resemblance. “Hi, it’s nice to meet you both.”
“Alright, Jen, Dottie’s taken over my bed, so we’re—”
Beck stops talking the moment he sees who’s on the screen. Yep, that tension in my shoulders is back.
“Sorry, they called and I yelled for you, but—” I start to ramble but then he’s at my side with a faint smile.
“It’s okay,” he whispers. “Hey, what are you guys doing?”
His dad sputters a laugh. “I think the question is what are you guys doing? You look awfully nice in that suit.”
Beck’s mom speaks up next. “Oh, he does look nice, but look at her, she looks beautiful. You didn’t tell me your son had such a pretty girlfriend.”
My heart simultaneously feels like it just got a hug and a beating. Beck’s never come out and said his mom doesn’t remember him. I knew that’s most likely the case with the brief details I’ve gotten from him, but I know that hurts to hear.
Beck lets out a nervous laugh. “Jensen’s actually my…roommate. We’re going to our mutual friends’ wedding.”
Rory’s eyebrows lift. “Your roommate? That’s new.”
Clearing my throat, I try to take this one. “Temporary roommate. Beck kindly offered to let me stay here until I find a new place. His home seemed to be the only one in our friend group that allows dogs.”
“Oh, you have a dog?” Milicent asks.
“Yes, I do. A border collie named Dottie. She’s got a lot of energy.”
Rory hums softly. “Well, how lucky Beck’s place allows pets.”
Beck’s shoulders tense as he rocks back and forth slightly on his feet. “It is. Like Jensen mentioned, it’s temporary.”
Ouch, that hurts a little. I know it’s true, and I just said it myself but still, did it have to get reiterated?
I could go out to his truck and wait for him to finish this call to save any more possible comments of our impending end, but I don’t want to leave him knowing how much he’s struggled with this.
Even though I don’t exactly know the details of what happened between him and his dad, I can’t leave him. And it’s not like Beck’s lying—I want this to be temporary too.
I guess my rose-colored glasses do have a few clear spots after all.
Watching Beck and his dad talk with his mom is also amazing. They both word things carefully and answer her questions in ways that have her feeling excited. I’m in complete awe, then again, I shouldn’t be surprised the already emotionally well-rounded man in front of me knows what to do.
Beck checks his watch. “I would really love to keep talking, but we do have that wedding to get to.”
“I’m sure Dex and Lucie would understand,” I say, barely above a whisper.
I can see it written all over Beck’s face that he’s considering it, but Rory makes the decision for him. “You guys go have fun. Send us some pictures if you want.”
Milicent nods slowly. “Pictures would be nice.”
Beck’s hand finds mine under the counter and squeezes for a moment. “Okay, we can do that. I enjoyed talking to y’all.”
It flashes across Rory’s face quick, but it seems like he really needed to hear that from Beck. “We loved talking to you. Jensen, it was great meeting you.”
I give his parents a quick smile. “It was lovely meeting you both.”
“Lovely meeting you, dear.” Beck’s mom places her hand over her heart. “You look very pretty.”
This time I squeeze Beck’s hand. “Thank you, that means a lot to me.”
“We’ll talk later, Beck?” Rory asks, and I hold my smile the best I can until Beck nods. “Good, we’ll be waiting on the pictures.”
Beck mumbles a “bye” before the call ends.
I wait in the silence still holding Beck’s hand for a few seconds. “I’m sorry I answered. I was worried—”
Beck shakes his head. “No, don’t apologize. That was nice. I don’t get very many of those conversations with her anymore. I’m glad you were here for it.”
To think I almost left and missed it. “Me too.”
Walking into the Blues stadium, I know Lucie’s going to lose her shit.
There are lit candles quite literally everywhere.
Huge flower arrangements and white rose petals scattered on the floor.
There’re white drapes covering up the majority of the walls while only allowing glimpses of the snowy stadium.
“Shit. Callie and Emma really went all out,” Beck mutters quietly. “Didn’t Dex and Lucie say low-key?”
I chuckle at the irony. “They should have known who they put in charge of this. It’s their own fault.”
Off to the side, a low whistle comes and my other favorite redhead comes walking up. “Damn, Jen, you look hot!”
“I have to agree.” Callie looks just as stunning in her fitted royal blue dress. I flash her some flirty eyes. “Look at you, got any plans after this?”
It takes no time at all for Will to wrap his arm around her waist. “She very much does.”
“And so do you,” Beck whispers in my ear before he steps up to greet Callie with a hug. “Always stunning, Callie Bear. Will—at least you tried.”
Callie and I each hit him from the side.
“Hey, I was joking.”
“You both look very handsome.” Without much thought, I link my arm through Beck’s. “I do have to ask about the number of candles you have lit in here, though.”
Callie and Will look us both up and down, then look to each other, then back to us.
We probably should have thought this part through a little bit more. I can’t say hiding this whole arrangement thing we’re starting would go over well—especially with this group, I highly doubt we’d be able to keep it a secret for long anyway.