Chapter Fourteen: Jenna's Anger Issues

I watch as my best friend wakes up. This will not end well and makes me conclude I need to move to Canada. I mean, they have free healthcare. Right?

Jenna is trying to not move.

This is a classic move on Jenna's part. She is trying to determine how pissed off she actually is.

Let me make this clear.

Her thinking before she had her two cups of caffeine is just not something that I need right now. Or ever, really.

"Keith. Husband," Jenna states carefully.

"Jenna. Wife. Good morning," Keith replies with love.

"Good morning, Miss Magnolia. Miss Jenna. What a beautiful day it is to spend time with two lovely ladies."

Keiran must be stupid.

"Keiran, is there a reason I got woken up by the sounds of you and my darling husband fighting? Or am I losing my mind?"

Time to pray! Jenna is acting way too calmly at the situation. My mind is screaming warnings at me and the expression I am getting from Keith says his 'knower' is knowing shit is about to go down!

Which saint do the Catholics pray to for good luck and stuff like that?

Moments like this, I wish I had really listened in Sunday school.

"My sweetheart, I was trying to not wake you and Maggie up. Keiran and I were just leaving. Right, Keiran?" Keith was giving Keiran the look, begging him to just agree.

"I don't know what you are talking about, Keith. I wanted to spend time with Miss Magnolia today and since she is awake, maybe she could come with us. Perhaps Miss Jenna as well."

Keiran is looking at me like I am something to eat, and it truly scares me. I glance away and try to get my thoughts in order. How do you answer something like that?

Why doesn't Keith speak up?

"Keiran, why would you want to wake someone up? In their own home… no less?"

Jenna smiles. I hate it when she smiles the smile she is smiling. It is a cross between ax murderer and Southern belle.

Not much is scarier than a Jenna Christopher pissed off. In my humble opinion.

"My sweet wife, I am sorry that we woke you up. Keiran and I got to talking, and it got out of hand. All is well, we are leaving. NOW, Keiran!"

Keiran does not understand the severity of the situation at hand.

"Miss Magnolia? Would you allow me to take you to lunch once we get back? It would mean the world to me to get to know you better."

The man must be dumb.

"Will it make you leave?" Keiran nods. "Then I will consider it." That makes Keiran happy, and he gets himself out of Keith's hold. He wraps me into a tight hug and if I wasn't already uncomfortable, I am right now for sure.

"I said I would think about it. Now, you are going to be late for your appointments. Get out of here!" I hold Jenna back and Keith grabs Keiran before pushing him out the door. I keep holding her until I hear the car leaving the driveway.

Then Jenna laughs an evil laugh.

What in the hell is going on? I swear!

"Jenna? You alright?"

She is still laughing when she pulls out her phone. She shows me a set of text messages from Keith. From before we fell asleep.

I am letting you know my knower is going off something fierce. Something about Keiran is not settling with me, and I feel like Maggie is going to be at the center.

Within the week something is going to happen. More than already has. Start praying. It's going to be a ride.

After looking at her messages, it makes me suspect he might have sent something to me. Sometimes he sends her a short version and me the long one. I make my way to the kitchen to make us coffee and start some breakfast. Or actually to see what Keith made for us.

Thankfully, he made coffee but there is nothing food-wise made.

And it doesn't seem like there is even enough coffee for Jenna to have one cup. Ugh!

I grab my phone and sure enough, there are about ten of them.

Cause I have time for this. I can't stop the sigh that escapes me.

Mags, do NOT tell any of this to my wife. She will lose her shit.

My knower has been going off little by little over the last month and gotten worse with each day.

EVERYTHING WILL COME TO A HEAD THURSDAY NIGHT OR FRIDAY MORNING.

EVERYTHING.

I will do what I can, but I don't know what to do. We will talk after my appointment to compare notes.

Love you, sister.

I am in tears reading these messages. I was right. Shit's going to go down, and Keiran is most likely going to be front and center.

I quickly send a reply message to Keith about chatting again soon. Nothing too specific, in case Keiran finds his phone.

My head is now hurting. It is spinning with all the possibilities that this means.

Keiran will be behind the changes that are coming in my life.

I probably should start packing.

I put my cell down and search for coffee. Things will be better if I get coffee for Jenna and tea for me. I don't need all that drama right now.

I start the coffee maker after checking to see that it is ready. Then I put fresh water in the tea kettle. A tea kettle that I am almost jealous of. When Jenna was looking for a new one, I saw this at Walmart of all places. Shiny and multicolored, this beauty is perfect for someone that loves to change her mind on decor!

After getting the biggest cup I could find, which is one that we got while on vacation in Pensacola, I pour coffee nearly to the top. She likes a little sugar and cream so I put in the amount that works for this beast of a cup and then I make my tea. Just some sugar and lemon juice will do for me.

I bring the two cups with me, sitting them down; I look over at my friend. She is too calm. Way too calm.

"Mags, can I assume my husband told you to keep things from me?"

I am not surprised she realized that.

"He did," I reply, picking up my cup that I left here from Pensacola. We each got two of them. One for my house and one for hers. Similar to the teapots. That's for another time.

"I am not asking you to break his confidence. He tells you things he assumes I won't handle well. Been that way since we met him."

We laugh at that statement because it is true.

"Not all statements are because you can't handle them. Some are because he needs to give you gifts."

She smiles at that idea.

"I NEVER have an issue with those secrets. You always know what I want and make sure that he knows. Why do you think I never comment about how much time you talk to each other?"

I laugh. "Because I am , bitch!"

We both laugh.

"Do people question Keith and I?"

"Honestly, they do. Not that I care. Since you rarely spend time with him without me present. Unless it's buying me something. Or he's getting his haircut. Which then there are—what—ten other people around?"

I nod, trying not to laugh; I get the idea.

"Sometimes more. Depending on the kids around." I consider what I should share about what Keith told me. Jenna is normally great with stuff, but I can understand why Keith doesn't want her to know.

"Keith did message me and it was not about gifts. Keiran is setting his knower off. And it would not surprise Keith if something went down soon. He did not say what he thought it would be or exactly when." The last past is a lie. He told me Thursday night or Friday morning. Jenna looks at me with concern. So I continue. "I have been having some weird dreams myself. I honestly want to wait for Keith to come home to say anything. Get it all out once and not worry about it. Do you understand? Keith's knower and my dreams are going full force means we may need to act quickly."

Jenna is in shock. Not that I expect anything less. I am giving her a lot to think about.

"Okay, when Keith gets home, hopefully Keiran will not be with him and we can chat then. I am hungry and don't want to cook. I'm buying after I get my shift covered. What do you want?"

Jenna thinks it over and picks up her cell.

I laugh after she hands me her phone, and I see the app that she has opened.

"Fine, but only because you asked nicely and don't think I am trying to steal your husband." I reply with a dark smile.

I order my meal—a salad that will help my figure stay decent.

"Alright, I am calling Mis Reba. Chat soon!" Jenna laughs and makes a call herself, I assume to Keith, to pick up said food. I shake my head and smile.

God, I hope we stay happy for as long as possible.

AN:

Chapter 14 is now in the books!

I am sorry I didn't post last week, I am trying to start my five-year-old daughter homeschooling. Wish me luck.

It seems like everyone knows a Jenna who needs an IV drip of caffeine before they can function. I can be that way, but mine is tea.

Little known fact, when my son was in the NICU for the first I think three weeks of his life he got caffeine. Every. Single. Day. (He was a 27 weeker at birth, doctors said all babies that little need it.)

Back to the story.

Thank you to my wonderful team for making this work. You all mean the world to me.

Thank each of you who read this and also those who commented. Anakin, Keiran is a first-order creep! Midnite, I am glad you love creepy Keiran! I made him just for you.

Thank you all again! Message me anytime for comments or questions!

-Brier