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Chapter 10: Long Distance Phone Call
The following weeks went by so quickly, it hardly seemed real. The next few days after mine and Jackson's fight, I made amends with everyone I'd pissed off in the midst of my ridiculous temper tantrum. I'd apologized to Mia and after making sure it was ok with my mom, told Mia and Linda the dinner party would be taking place at my parents' house. Everyone seemed to be pleased with it so that was that.
The party went well and Mia's parents and my parents got along great. My mom fell in love with Mia. Linda didn't seem as enthusiastic about Evan as my mom was about Mia, but he grew on her…at least a little bit anyway.
Stacy was a little bit harder to apologize to. I was still really hurt that she didn't seem to trust me enough to tell me what was going on with her. After a few nights of screaming matches over the phone, I finally just showed up at Stacy's house waving my white flag of truce. We came to an agreement that she would tell me when she was ready and left it at that. It didn't take long for her to divulge her secret but it wasn't anything like I'd thought. She was dating Eddie and had been dating him since before Dallas. I teased Eddie relentlessly about his hypocrisy pertaining to women and how he'd criticized Evan and Mia's relationship when he was engaged in one of his own. In the end, though, I made sure they both knew how happy I was for them. They actually made a pretty perfect couple though I did tease Stacy about how she'd broken Graupner's heart.
Jackson and I had only gone a full 24 hours without speaking 3 times since our fight and even then, he'd sent me a text message telling me he was busy and would call me when he could. Abolish Luck had a show at Boudreaux's on the last Friday of August so Jackson came in to town for that. It'd been about 3 and a half weeks since we'd seen each other so even though he was only able to stay for one night, we made the best of it. Neither of us slept and every inch of my apartment was properly christened. A week later I flew in to L.A. for the weekend and though he promised he'd show me the sights, we didn't leave his house except to get food.
The whole month of September and half of October was spent with Abolish Luck in the studio. We might've been done sooner had it not been for everyone's crazy schedules and Evan's perfectionism when it came to his vocals. The finished product was nothing short of awesome so the time and effort was well worth it. We had a conference call with Marty, Jackson, and Jerad where we discussed some future shows we could join them for and let them hear the fruits of our labor. Unfortunately for Jackson and myself, it didn't look like we could financially swing touring with them until after the first of the year. With the cost of recording and still the cost of copying and distributing the album, it just wasn't going to be possible any time soon.
I had planned to fly up to Vancouver to spend some time with him in early November but I came down with a terrible cold that actually turned out to be Mono and spent the better part of 2 weeks in the bed. I was finally feeling well enough to walk around the week before Thanksgiving, but had so much work to catch up on I barely got to even text Jackson.
Now here we were the night before Thanksgiving and I had come to spend the night at my parents' house so I could be up early to help my mother cook and whatever else she needed me to do. We were having a big Thanksgiving dinner complete with my Aunt Sophie and her 2 kids, my cousins Carrie and Layla. Layla was married and pregnant so her husband would be joining us as well. Since Mia's family lived all over the place, they weren't going to be able to make it to a formal Thanksgiving dinner all together so we invited Mia and her parents to join us. Add the rest of us to the mix, and we were going to have a house full. Mom was really looking forward to it though. She loved big family gatherings.
"Hey Mom, don't you think this is enough green beans?" I asked as I pulled out the fourth bag of frozen green beans. She'd bought the green beans fresh, shelled them, and then frozen them so her and Tom would have plenty of fresh green beans to eat during the winter months but since we added a few more guests to our Thanksgiving dinner, she was going to have to use a lot more of them than she'd planned.
"Maybe," she said as she eyed the bags, no doubt mentally calculating how much that would give each person.
"Well you've only got three more bags in here so if you want to have some for later, I think this should be it."
"You're right." Mom smiled and then went back to the pies she was working on. She always liked to take care of the desserts the day before so that she would have plenty of time to make the entrée's the day of so they'd be nice and fresh.
I laid all four bags of green beans on a towel to thaw out and was headed to help my mom with whatever else she needed, but didn't make it because my phone started ringing my individual ring tone for Jackson.
A smile lit up my face and my mom laughed and waved me toward the phone.
"Hey," I answered.
"Hey baby girl." I could actually hear the smile through the phone. "How are you feeling today?"
"I'm ok I think," I said. "I mean I still get tired really easy but I feel better than I have in a while so I'm on the mend." I grabbed my cigarettes and walked out to the front porch, taking my usual seat on the front steps.
"I'm glad to hear that," he said and there was a hint of something in his voice. Something I couldn't quite put my finger on, but it definitely wasn't good.
"Are you ok, Jackson?"
"Yeah, baby. I'm fine," he assured me. "I just miss you and wish I could be there with you right now."
Sadness was what I had heard in his voice. He was sad because he missed me.
"I do have a sort of care package on the way for you, though," Jackson said, claiming my full attention and immediately making me curious.
"A care package?" I asked. "And what does this care package consist of?"
"Oh a few odds and ends," he laughed.
"What does that even mean? When am I getting it? Have you sent it already?"
"Whoa, baby, one question at a time." He laughed again while I waited patiently for him to begin to answer my questions. "Ok I'm not sure when you're going to get it. Yes I have sent it already. And a few odds and ends, means a few odds and ends."
"Jackson…," I whined.
"I'm not telling you what's in it," he insisted. "I want it to be a surprise." He was clearly enjoying himself which was a welcomed change from the sadness I had heard earlier so I let it slide.
"Ok," I gave in. "But just so you know, I'm going to put together my own little care package for you and I'm not telling you what's in it either." I knew I sounded childish but it was all in fun.
Thankfully, he took it as a joke as well and laughed. "Well that's your prerogative, sugar, but I'm still not telling you what's in it."
I sighed but didn't push it any further. We continued to talk about everything and anything. He described in a lot of detail what he was doing at the moment and I bored him with the details of our big Thanksgiving get together. It was nice just to talk to him the way we used to.
After Jackson and I hung up, I decided to go on to bed, figuring it would be best to get a good night's rest to prepare for the pandemonium that the next day was sure to bring.
My mother woke me up the next morning bright and early, well 8 am was considered bright and early for me when I was off work. I took a quick shower and got ready for the day and then headed downstairs, following the smell of eggs and bacon. Sure enough when I entered the kitchen, there was a plate sitting at the bar for me complete with a glass of orange juice.
"Mom, you didn't have to do this. You've got enough cooking to do today," I said as I took my seat.
"Oh hush, Rhiannon," she retorted. "You need a proper breakfast if you're going to make it through the long day ahead. We all do." She brought another 2 plates with her to the bar and sat them down just as Tom walked in to the kitchen freshly showered and shaved. I could smell the aftershave all the way across the room.
"Geez, Tom. A little overkill, don't you think?" I laughed but he just shrugged and sat down on the other side of my mother.
We talked as we ate about what each of our jobs was going to be to prepare for the houseful of guests that would be arriving by 3. My job was mainly to clean and help set the table while Tom had to run a few errands and Mom cooked. When we'd all finished our breakfast and I'd helped Mom load the dishwasher, we separated off in to our respective jobs and got to work.
Tom was home in plenty of time to turn on the first football game of the day and I finished mopping, dusting, and straightening all the downstairs rooms that might possibly be visited in the course of the evening so after watching a little of the game with Tom, I decided to try and give Jackson a call.
I stepped outside and sat in the rocking chair on the front porch instead of the steps and dialed Jackson's number.
"Hey there, sugar," he answered, that sexy southern accent filling up my ear and making me wish I was right next to him so I could fuck him silly.
"Hey babe," I said, hoping to sound even remotely as sexy as he did. "Happy Thanksgiving."
"You too, sweet heart. How are you feeling?"
"Better. A lot better, actually," I said cheerfully. "Are you having a good day?" I asked tentatively knowing Jackson was upset that he couldn't be home with his family this Thanksgiving.
"It's going ok," he said trying to keep his voice light. "I miss you and my family but it's really not that bad. How about you? How's your day going?" I could tell he was trying to get the subject off of him and, considering how upset it was making him, I was happy to let him so I told him every mundane detail until he had to get off the phone. I reluctantly said goodbye making sure he knew I'd be calling him later and then went back inside.
It was 1:30 by the time I had finished setting the table, so I ran upstairs to get ready. I changed out of my T shirt and jeans and in to a black plaid A-line skirt that came just above the knee and a white button up long sleeved shirt with ruffles. The outfit was the product of a recent shopping trip with Stacy who had apparently taken it as her life's mission to give me some style. I finished off the outfit with black pantyhose and black flats adding only the Claddagh necklace my mother had bought for me and silver hoop earrings. I straightened my hair and applied my make-up. When I was satisfied at how I looked, I took a picture and sent it to Jackson. It was a recent tradition we'd adopted so that we could still "see" each other every day. I realized when I sent my picture to him, I hadn't received one from him yet so I followed the picture message up with a text asking him to please send me his picture.
Moments later, I got a text.
Holy shit! You look hot baby! – J Action
I giggled and then sent him a response.
Right. Now where's my picture? – Rhiannon
You do look hot. The only way you'd look hotter is if you were naked. – J Action
Monroe Jackson Rathbone! – Rhiannon
Rhiannon Amelia Grey! – J Action
Just send me my fucking picture and maybe you'll get a surprise later. – Rhiannon
A surprise? Like maybe a picture of you naked? – J Action
I said maybe and only if you send me my picture, damnit. – Rhiannon
It took a minute, but I got the picture message. He was puckering up his lips and the caption on the picture read, A kiss for my baby. Happy Thanksgiving!
My heart melted and I immediately made his picture the background on my phone.
Thank you, babe. You're now the background of my phone. – Rhiannon
That's funny…you're the background of my phone too! – J Action
Haha! Have a great day! I'll call you later. – Rhiannon
Ok sweet heart. – J Action
I put my phone on the charger and went back downstairs.
It wasn't long before everyone started to arrive. Aunt Sophie and Carrie were the first arrivals followed soon after by Mia's parents and then Layla and her husband, Seth. The last to show up were Mia and Evan.
"Something smells incredible," Evan said as he walked in to the kitchen and wrapped his arms around our mother.
"Evan! Mia!" Mom clapped with delight and hugged them both. "Now we can sit down and eat."
We made our way in to the dining room and took our seats around the table. After a prayer, led by Tom, we dug in. Mom passed the side dishes around while Evan and Tom worked together to cut the turkey. Once we were all properly served, we began to eat and talk.
Layla told us that they'd just found out they were having a girl to which my mother and Aunt Sophie were pleased to hear. After the excitement had calmed down from Layla's announcement, us girls talked amongst ourselves while the men discussed sports.
We were all finished eating when Evan stood, effectively getting all of our attention.
He looked euphoric, he was so happy and he kept glancing down at Mia whose cheeks were flushed and she wore the same expression on her face as Evan.
"Everyone, I have an announcement to make," Evan said, his smile growing wider as he grasped Mia's hand and helped her out of her seat.
We all looked around at each other, already forming an opinion of what the announcement was going to be but not daring to steal their moment from them.
Evan walked around to the other side of Mia and lifted her left hand up, displaying a beautiful diamond solitaire ring on her delicate ring finger. Gasps filled the room as Evan said, "Mia and I are getting married!"
Mom immediately stood and pulled them both in for a hug. There were jumbled words and people standing but I was just sitting there in shock. I wasn't the only one. Linda looked like she was going to be sick.
Poor Linda…
After everyone had congratulated the happy couple (including me and Linda) everyone started to leave the table. Some went outside, while others (mainly the men) went to the living room to see what was up with the game. Mom, Carrie, and I got to work cleaning up the food from the dining room table, while Aunt Sophie rinsed off the dishes and placed them in the dishwasher.
"So how about Mia and Evan?" Aunt Sophie asked as we brought more dishes in to the kitchen.
I just shrugged and pretended to be busy so my mom chimed in, "I think it's wonderful!" she gushed.
"You don't think it's a little, I don't know, sudden?" Aunt Sophie countered.
I sure as hell do, I thought to myself. At least I thought it was to myself until I looked up and saw that I had indeed suffered another verbal filter failure. This time I didn't really care.
"Rhiannon, your brother is happy and I happen to think Mia is very good for him," Mom spoke calmly.
"Well it's a good thing it was them and not you and Jackson surprising us with that kind of news." Tom had walked in to the kitchen and decided to throw his two cents in. I don't know if he was trying to piss me off but he did regardless.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I shot back.
"I didn't mean anything by it, Rhiannon," Tom quickly answered, holding his hands up in surrender. "I just think there's a difference between Mia and Evan's relationship and yours and Jackson's."
"Really? What's the difference?" I stood there with my arms folded across my chest waiting for his answer.
"Well I think it's pretty obvious, Rhiannon," Carrie said.
"Carrie, hush." Aunt Sophie knew that this conversation wasn't any of their business and that I wouldn't appreciate tem butting in.
"Rhiannon, please. I wasn't trying to start anything, honey." Tom tried to soothe me. Unfortunately for him, I wasn't in the mood to be soothed.
"Right. Thanks for the support of my relationship, Tom. I really appreciate it." I whirled around and grabbed my cigarettes and stalked out of the kitchen before anyone else could say a word. Instead of going out front like I normally did, I decided to go out back to try and avoid running in to anyone. I'm not sure why I thought my luck would change for the better now…
"Hey, Rhi."
"What the fuck do you want, Evan?" I didn't look up at him.
"Whoa. Tone down the bitchy attitude a little bit," Evan said as he took a seat next to me on the swing. "I come in peace and all that bull shit." He laughed.
"Great," I scoffed and took another drag of my cigarette.
"Hey, Tom's only looking out for you, you know?"
"No I don't know, Evan. The only thing I know is that none of this shit would've happened if you hadn't made your grand announcement." I wasn't really mad at him but I needed to unload on someone and he just happened to be there at the moment.
"Look, I understand why you're upset. Really, I do. But there's no need for you to be a fucking bitch about me and Mia. I'm happy. I thought you'd be happy for me too."
"I am happy for you, ok? I'm sorry. I'm just really pissed off right now. Maybe now is not the best time to talk to me?" I shrugged.
"I guess not," he said as he rose from the swing. "If you do want to talk, let me know." With that he walked back inside.
I stayed out there for a good while until my mother finally came out and told me that everyone was leaving and it would be rude of me to not at least say goodbye. So I went inside, even though I would've rather done anything else, and saw everyone off. I tried to avoid Tom, but only made it half way up the stairs before he called after me, asking me to come back down and talk to him.
"Tom, with all due respect, I don't really want to talk about this with you."
"Just listen to me, please?" he asked but didn't wait for me to answer before he continued. "It's not that I don't like him, Rhiannon. I actually do like him and I know he's good to you but even with the best of intentions, I don't think this relationship is going to turn out well for you two. He's always gone and I know how much it hurts you not having him around. How long do you think you'll be able to do this, honey?"
"I'll be able to do this for as long as he'll have me, Tom. I don't want to be without him and if that means I have to suffer a little to experience all the happiness he gives me than I'll suffer it with a smile on my face," I said. "Can I go upstairs now? I'm kind of tired."
"I'm just worried about you, sweet heart. I can't help it," he said softly, looking down. "I love you like you're my own. Don't forget that."
"I know, Tom. I love you too." I started to walk up the stairs but stopped and looked over my shoulder at him. "And thanks. I really do appreciate you looking out for me." He nodded and stepped back in to the living room as I climbed the rest of the stairs.
I changed in to some black cotton shorts and a white tank top and put my hair up in a ponytail. After I'd washed my face and brushed my teeth, I went back to my bedroom and called Jackson.
I immediately told him about Evan and Mia's engagement to which he was very thrilled to hear about. Then I told him about what Tom had said about us.
"Baby, he's just worried about you and I can't say that I blame him," Jackson said.
"What do you mean by that?" I hadn't meant to sound as pissed as I did.
"Easy, sugar. I don't mean anything by it. I'm just saying I'd probably feel the same way about my daughter."
"Yeah, me too," I agreed. "I did tell him that I appreciated his concern but I also told him that I don't want to be without you and I'll deal with the distance as long as you'll have me." I blushed a little at how open I was being about the way I felt about him.
He just chuckled. "I have no intention of letting you go anytime soon."
"Well good because I may have to stalk you if you did. You know, jilted lover shit and all." We both apparently found that hilarious and proceeded to laugh.
As our laughter was dying down, Jackson said, "I love you."
I almost choked. "What?"
There's no way I heard him right…but I did hear him right! Oh my God!
"What." His was more like a statement rather than a question.
"What did you just say?" I was standing now, pacing back and forth in my bedroom. I wanted to hear him say it again. I needed to make sure I hadn't dreamed it.
"When?" I could hear the amusement in his voice and I was having none of it.
"Don't fuck with me, Jackson, just answer the question."
He laughed so loud I had to pull the phone away from my ear to keep from going partially deaf.
"Baby, please?" I pleaded softly, hoping this new approach would get me what I wanted and thankfully, it did.
"Ok, ok. I wanted to say this to you face to face because it would mean so much more that way but seeing as how that's not really an option right now, I guess I'll just have to settle for saying it over the phone." He took a deep breath and then said, "Rhiannon, I'm in love with you."
I stopped dead in my tracks and smiled. And yes it was that ridiculously stupid smile. And then I may or may not have melted in to a puddle of goo…
"I'm in love with you too, Jackson," I half whispered. This is going to sound all kinds of ridiculous but my heart actually fucking leapt! It was doing a happy dance in my chest, I could feel it.
"Good. I would hate for that to be one sided. Talk about awkward," he laughed.
Well at least it was romantic for a second.
"You're such a dork," I teased.
"Well that may be, but you're in love with this dork so I guess that would make you a dork lover."
"And since a dork is a whale penis, you're saying I'm hot for whale dick. What a great way to talk to someone you're supposed to love." I couldn't help but laugh at myself for my insane logic and apparently he felt the same way because he joined in with me soon after.
"When did you know that you were in love with me?" I asked him after we'd calmed down.
"I think I've known for a while," he answered thoughtfully. "I'm not sure if I can pin point it but I think I can tell you exactly when I started to fall for you."
"You can? When?"
"When you met my parents. You just seemed so comfortable with them and they were so comfortable with you. I mean, you have no idea how much my mom talks about you." He laughed.
"Your mom is precious, Jackson," I said. "I talked to her the other day."
"Yeah I know. She had to call me to tell me you called. I think you made her week by doing that." He paused and then asked, "When did you know that you were in love with me?"
I thought for a moment. "I'm like you. I can't really think of one particular event that made me realize without a doubt that I was in love with you. It's more like a series of events. Starting with the day I passed out."
"Really? I thought you'd want to forget that day altogether," he said, surprised.
"Well I didn't like being in the hospital or anything but after that we got pretty close and the concern you had for me that day showed me that you really did care about me. That was also the day you admitted you didn't really want to just be friends with me, remember? That was kind of the start of our relationship. It just hadn't been made official yet." I smiled at the memory.
We were both silent for a minute or two as we thought about that day. Finally Jackson spoke up.
"I'm really glad we took a chance with us and I am truly sorry for anything I ever did to hurt you." His voice was quiet and a little sad.
"Hey, mister, that shit is in the past. Everything is all good now so don't worry about any of it, ok?" I insisted. He sighed and then chuckled.
"So did you decide if you were going to give me that surprise or not?" Jackson asked, his voice all kinds of hopeful. It was actually very adorable.
"Nope."
"Nope, you haven't decided or nope, you're not giving it to me?"
I giggled. "Nope, I haven't decided yet."
"Well what can I do to help this along?" he asked seductively.
"I don't know cowboy, why don't you try telling me you love me again?" I said, already slipping out of my shorts.
"I love you, baby. I wish I was there right now so I could show you just how much I love you."
"Yeah? And what would you do to show me how much you love me?" I tried to imitate his sexy voice, but I failed miserably as far as I was concerned. He, on the other hand, happened to like it. A lot.
"Oh fuck baby. You're getting me hard," Jackson practically moaned.
"Is that so? Are you alone cowboy?" I was surprised to find that I was really getting in to it.
"Shit. Are we really gonna do this?"
We'd only ever talked about having phone sex but I couldn't seem to get past my embarrassment long enough to really commit to it. Except this time was different. For starters, we hadn't been together in almost three months and my body was practically screaming to be touched and then there was the fact that he'd said those three magical words for the first time just minutes ago.
"Do you want to?" I asked even though I was pretty sure I already knew the answer.
"Fuck yeah, I do," he answered without hesitation.
I couldn't help but giggle at his eagerness so I walked over to my door and turned the lock so no one would barge in and find me doing what I was about to do.
"Ok, but you're going to have to help me through this seeing as how I've never done anything like this before, ok?"
"No problem, baby girl," he said and I heard a series of creaks and assumed it meant he was making himself comfortable on the bed so I did the same. "What are you wearing right now?"
I stifled a giggle and looked down at myself. I was still wearing my white tank top and black silk panties but I had removed my shorts earlier in preparation for my nude picture I was going to send him. "Um, a tank top and panties?"
"Is that a question or is that really what you're wearing?" Jackson laughed.
"I'm sorry. I know I'm really bad at this." I felt incredibly un-sexy. "Maybe we should just –"
"No," he interrupted. "You're not bad at it. I just have to get you in the right frame of mind." He paused while he thought and then said, "Ok, I want you to try something."
"Ok," I said eagerly.
"Close your eyes and imagine I'm lying right next to you."
"What?"
"Just do it. Please?"
"Ok, ok." I closed my eyes and imagined…I imagined he was lying next to me. I imagined his dimples flashing as he smiled at me and I imagined his hair falling in to his beautiful green eyes. I then imagined he was shirtless and that while I was running one hand over his "Mom" tattoo, he was playing with the fingers on my other hand like he'd done so many times. It was so real, I could almost feel his hand on mine. "Mmmm," I hummed in satisfaction at my perfectly imagined Jackson.
"Do you see me?" he asked.
"Mum."
"Good. Now take off your tank top," he instructed.
I sat up, placed my phone on the side table and pulled my tank top over my head and tossed it to the ground. I then picked my phone back up.
"My tank top is off."
"Ok. Do you have a bra on?"
"No bra," I said.
"Mmmm," he moaned softly. "Now take off your panties."
I nestled my phone in the crook of my neck so I could use both hands to pull my panties down and then I kicked them off the edge of the bed.
"Panties are gone. Now what do you want to do to me?" I was attempting to tap in to my inner phone sex goddess.
"Oh shit baby," he breathed. It took him a moment but he finally started speaking again. "Ok now everything I say I'm doing to you, you have to do to yourself but imagine it's me. Ok?"
"I think I can do that," I cooed. "What's first, baby?" I laid back and got comfortable on my bed.
"I'm moving my hand slowly up your stomach, running just my fingertips across your skin, until I reach your breasts."
I closed my eyes again and performed the movements just as he instructed, leaving a trail of goose bumps in my finger's path. I sighed.
"Do you like that?" he asked his breath coming a little quicker. I was so lost in my fantasy that I could've sworn I could feel his breath on my ear.
"Yes, baby. Please don't stop," I whispered urgently as my fingers finally made their way on to my breasts.
"I'm rubbing your nipples baby," he growled.
A soft moan escaped my lips as I took my nipple between my fingers and rolled it back and forth.
"Are you taking care of yourself too?" I asked suddenly, breaking the spell but only slightly.
"Don't worry about me, love," he said and moaned softly. "I'm enjoying myself, trust me."
I smiled and then got myself back in to character, so to speak. I moaned again and I heard his breath coming even quicker. The sound was turning me on and making me wish I could see what he was doing to himself.
"Ok now I'm moving my hand back down baby," he whispered.
My own breathing sped as I moved my hand back down to my stomach and lower…
"Oh God, Jackson. I need to feel you inside me," I begged.
"Fuck," he said. "Yeah, Rhiannon. Put me inside you."
I jumped slightly as my finger reached and caressed my folds. I slipped my middle finger inside and rubbed my swollen clit. My moaning was getting louder and I knew I needed to calm it down before someone realized what was going on in here, but I couldn't find it in me to care. This whole phone sex thing was pretty powerful and I would be lying if I said I wasn't completely in to it.
"How does that feel?" Jackson asked.
"Oh…Oh my God…You feel so…fuck," I said and then slid my finger inside myself causing me to moan very loudly again.
"I wanna make you cum." He sounded as though he was having trouble speaking clearly and it made me wonder just how close he was to his own release.
I continued to finger-fuck myself until I felt that familiar feeling signaling that I was seconds away from my orgasm.
"Oh shit! Baby, I'm gonna cum," I told him.
"Fuck yeah, baby girl. Cum for me."
He didn't have to tell me twice because right after he said it, I came hard. I called out his name and as soon as I did I heard him grunt and moan and cuss. After that, the only thing either of us could hear was each other's breathing.
I giggled before I could stop myself.
"What is it?" he asked, still slightly out of breath.
"I don't know," I confessed and then laughed again. "But I think my entire house just heard me."
He laughed with me and then said, "Yeah it's a good thing I'm alone because I wasn't too quiet myself."
I abruptly felt horrible for saying anything to remind him of his situation. It wasn't fair that he had to spend Thanksgiving without his family.
"I'm so sorry Jackson."
"For what baby?"
"I just wish you could've seen your family. I wish I could've seen you earlier this month instead of being sick. I just wish things would've been different," I said.
"I'm ok, Rhiannon. And it's not your fault you were sick," he soothed me. "Besides, you're still coming to Vegas for my birthday thing, right?"
"I wouldn't miss it for anything," I assured him.
"Good. Then I'll be seeing you soon, honey." He sighed. "But until then, we'll talk and text and…well…"
I laughed because I knew exactly what he was hinting at. "We can do that any time you want."
"I love you, you know that?" he said sweetly.
"I love you too."
We hung up and I settled in to sleep. It was only a little after 9 but it had been a long day and I was ready for some rest. I thought briefly about the birthday present I would be getting him in a few weeks and smiled. He was going to love it! I couldn't wait to give it to him. I fell asleep soon after that and woke up the next morning to another fantastic breakfast cooked with love by my mother. After eating and helping her clean up, we chatted for a few minutes before I went home. Thank God nothing was said about hearing anything the night before because I really wasn't sure how I would explain that to my mother.
When I got home there was a UPS truck pulling up behind my car as I was pulling in. I turned off my car and got out just as the UPS man was stepping off his truck.
"Are you Rhiannon Grey, by any chance?" he asked.
"As a matter of fact, I am," I said and smiled.
"Must be my lucky day." He returned my smile and held out a medium sized box. "This is for you."
"Oh. Thanks." I took the box in my hands and then set it down on the ground so I could sign for the package and then I picked it back up and walked back to my door.
Once I got inside I finally looked at the label on the box and saw the return address was Jackson's.
The care package!
I giggled and jumped around for a second and then got my box cutter from the kitchen and opened the package.
Believe me when I tell you this was the most amazing gift I'd ever gotten from a guy. His care package covered just about everything I could ever need to make my time without him more bearable.
The first thing I saw was a T shirt. When I picked it up and rolled it out, it was a black shirt with red lettering that said, "Property of: Jackson". It was a private joke between us and he'd been saying he was going to get me a T shirt with that on it. I laughed aloud and immediately put it on. The next thing was a series of bracelets tied together. There was a 100 Monkeys bracelet, 2 bracelets made of what looked like hemp, and then one beaded bracelet that had lettered beads which spelled out "B.G. & R. G." So obviously that one was from Graupner. I smiled really wide and put those on as well.
I was surprised but instantly thrilled with the stuffed monkey that was in the box. I hadn't really been much for stuffed animals but this one was special. It was a dark brown monkey with a white T shirt that said "Rhiannon". It was absolutely adorable.
The last two things in the box were a journal that also had my name on it and under that was a framed picture of me and Jackson. It was taken the night of the Boudreaux's gig for Abolish Luck the last weekend in August. We were kissing and he had his fingers underneath my chin, holding my face up to his. I didn't even remember anyone taking a picture but I was really glad they had. I was even happier Jackson had gotten his hands on it and made a copy for me. I stood up and carried the plush monkey and the framed picture to my bedroom where I placed the picture on the night stand and the monkey on my pillow.
When I got back to the living room, I opened the journal and there was a short note from Jackson written on the inside:
Hey baby,
I know how much you used to love writing so I hoped this would get you back in to it. Write whatever you want just as long as you promise to let me read it.
I'm kidding baby. (See how well I know you?)
I miss you so much and can't wait to see you. In the meantime, I hope everything I've sent will help remind you of me. You mean so much to me baby girl.
J.
I smiled and placed the journal down on my coffee table and then picked up my phone and took a picture of myself wearing my shirt and bracelets and sent it to Jackson.
At first I didn't receive a response so I decided to do some cleaning. Since I'd been so sick, I had fallen way behind in my house work. I loaded the dishwasher, put on a load of laundry, and vacuumed. As soon as I was done with all of that, I started on my bathroom. I had my gloves on and was almost elbow deep in my toilet when my phone beeped, announcing a text. I cursed aloud for my shitty luck and then jumped up and pulled the gloves off. I washed my hands quickly and then went to see who had texted me.
You got it! – J Action
Yes I did. Thank you so much! I love everything! – Rhiannon
You're welcome baby. I miss you. – J Action
I miss you too. I'll call you later. – Rhiannon
Ok. I love you. – J Action
I love you. – Rhiannon
I spent a few more hours cleaning and then made a light dinner. After I ate I called Jackson but he couldn't talk for long so after we hung up, I called Stacy to tell her the news about Evan and Mia. She already knew because of Eddie and I still wasn't used to that so she jumped right in with her idea to throw them an engagement party the week before Christmas. I actually really liked the idea so we stayed on the phone for a little over an hour making plans for the party and then she had to go because she and Eddie were going out to dinner. I hadn't seen Stacy much since she came clean about her relationship with Eddie but she was really happy with him so it didn't bother me as much as I thought it would. We still had our Monday night get-togethers, but that was about the only time I saw her without Eddie.
It was Friday night at 9 pm and I had absolutely nothing to do. I watched some mindless TV for a few hours and then called it a night. I lay in bed, my mind racing. Everything was changing. The band was getting bigger, Evan and Mia were getting married, Stacy and Eddie were dating so I barely got to see Stacy anymore, and then there was me and Jackson. We'd been dating for almost four months, we were saying the L word, and I still couldn't wrap my head around the fact that he wanted me. I didn't think I would ever get past that but I had him. He wanted to be with me and even though I couldn't fathom why, I was just happy I had finally gotten a bit of good luck.
Ok so I usually don't put anything at the end of the chapters but…here's the thing…that last line is a bit of foreshadowing. Anyone care to guess in what way? It has been in just about EVERY chapter including this one.
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Thanks again for reading! Remember…I promise to have next chapter posted on time or I'll post a vid of me dancing ridiculously for everyone to see. You all want me to be late don't you…