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Mo Astor Chapter 25

Lee

My phone rings and "Thank you for being a friend" plays, making me squeal. She's here!

I hit answer. "You're home," I breathe the words like a prayer. There's so much I want to tell her, hear, and discuss. It's been hell having her away while my worlds completed shifted.

"I am. Why aren't you here?"

"Because you have a husband now. You two need time to settle in and continue your honeymoon over the weekend before its time to head back to the daily grind."

She snickers. "You'd be the only one who thinks that. Jay ambushed me and talked me to death on the way down, and then Gemma demanded we show up at the family dinner. So, get your ass over here we need to talk."

"What about Chibs?" I ask. The last thing I want to do is make him feel ignored or disrespected. Journee and I together, are a lot. We practically have our own language, and it leaves plenty of folks feeling left out.
"He took pity on me and went to say hi to the boys at the club."

"Say no more. I'll be there in five minutes."

I'm like a teenage girl on her way to her first slumber party as I stand from the couch, grab my purse off the table, and rush to my car. We've both had so much happening in our lives. It's time to get caught up and reconnect. She's as much my anchor as Charming, and the Sons are. There's power in loyalty and familiarity.

I crank the engine and all but peel out the driveway. I whip into her driveway and pause. It's no longer her house. It's their house. My best friend is a married woman. Mrs. Journee Telford. It's funny…I can remember her writing that name in an elegant font in notebooks and on a countless number of loose leaf pages when we were teens. Who would've thought we'd end up here one day?

From the minute they admitted their feelings they'd moved at hyper speed. It'd be too much for anyone else, but with these two it made perfect sense. Why beat around the bush when you'd been putting in all the work for years.

The only thing that had kept them from being an official item before was labels. There had been many nights when I saw Chibs leave her room in boxers and a t-shirt, and the look in their eyes never screamed just friends. I'm over the moon for both of them, but it's a dynamic change I'm still feeling my way around. I've never had much reason to spend a ton of time around Chibs, and I'm waiting to see what kind of husband he'll be.

Some men like to keep a woman mostly to themselves. I wouldn't blame him if he did. They have a lot of time to make up for. Still, the thought of losing my best friend in any way sends me into a slow panic. I push the door open and climb out walking toward the door as I try to outrun my fears. I've been left alone so many times in my life, I've almost come to expect the relationships that mean the most to me to eventually end.

The door opens, and we hug. Her scent is familiar, and her embrace is tight. My anxiety eases back. This is Journee. She's never let anyone come between us. Why would now be any different? Because he's her dream come true. She pulls back, frames my face and brushes our lips together. I hum.

"Well, hello to you too, beautiful."

She smiles. "Those pretty blue eyes are looking stormy. Come in and talk to your Journee."

"Are you still mine? I think your husband might disagree," I say playfully.

She studies me in that scary calm, still, way that makes one feel like she's peering into your soul.

"Me belonging to him now doesn't and never will make me any less yours. After all, we've been through together, the bond we have is unbreakable. If you're worried about things changing, don't. I talked to Daddy about this early on."

"You did?" I whisper humbled by the actions she'd taken on my behalf.

"Yes, babe. So stop worrying." She frowns. "You don't seem like yourself." She wraps an arm around my waist, and we head inside. She closes the door, pauses to enter the alarm and leads us to the couch. We sink onto the cushions and curve into one another.

"Spill, babe."

"You're supposed to be telling me all about Scotland."

"And I will, right after you tell me what's got you so antsy."

"There's a lot of changes happening, and we both know I'm a creature of habit," I say glumly.

'Uh huh. And this has nothing to do with the little head to head with Wendy."

"Ugh, Of course, he told you."

"Yeah. I heard his side. Now I want to hear yours. Are you okay?"

I sigh and glance up at the ceiling. "She's right. I mean, no we weren't fucking around behind her back, but if I was her, I'd be pissed. We've been so busy with our own happiness. We didn't give a second thought to hers."

"Ugh, Stupid bitch is still fucking shit up."

"Down Mama Telford. I know she made the mistake of touching your man, but she's also knocked up with Jax's kid. We have to tread lightly—."

"No, you need to set boundaries and figure things out before this kid comes and she runs or does something else equally stupid. J was all she had. When you came out at the wedding, the last of her hope was stripped away. That puts her in a dangerous place."

"Shit no wonder she came out breathing fire."

"That girl slept, ate, and lived, Jax. Even I can admit he was wrong for doing her the way he did. He had a loyal woman. Just because she let him walk all over her didn't mean he should have. But that was the old Jax."

Her words hit home as they line up with the same things swirling in my brain. "You see the change too?"

"Yes, thanks to you. You've always challenged him and forced him to be a better person. A man who thinks shit through and remembers his humility. Now that you're together that effect increased tenfold."

I sit up and lick my dry lips. "I see someone I know, but then don't when I look at him these days. I was worried maybe I was projecting."

"Oh, no, you got that boy sprung."

"What?" I chuckle.

"Oh come on, he makes cow eyes at you." She blinks slowly and widens her eyes making me giggle. "He does not."

"Oh, My God Are you kidding me? He thinks you're sexy, he wants to date you, he wants to marry you," she sings.

"Thank you Miss Congeniality," I say already feeling lighter.

"Look, I'm just calling it how I see it."

"Right." I shake my head as I wipe away a tear.

"Feeling better?"

"Much."

"Want to tell me what had you uptight?"

"How fast this is all going. I don't let people in like this, but he was already behind my walls, and now he's infiltrating..." I trail off unable to speak the words out loud.

"Your heart?" She says.

I nod my head.

"Trust me, babe. When it's meant to be, and you're with the right person, it won't matter how much time goes by. This isn't a bad thing."

"Yet," I say quietly.

"Honey he's not like any man you've ever been with. So, stop comparing him. He's always been there. Why would he not be more committed now?"

"Because this shit never ends up well for me."

"Do you remember Kyle and the various men who came before him?" she asks.

"That's different."

"Why?"

I shake my head unable to answer her.

"We both deserve to be happy. We have our wounds. They'll lead to doubts, and us picking ourselves apart until we don't know which way is up and which is down. But we're lucky because we have something most people don't."

"Oh yeah, what's that?" I ask

"Each other. I'm here to tell you I refuse to let your past ruin your future. Search your heart and your memories. Would Jax even start this with you if he couldn't see it through?"

I shake my head. "I don't think so."

"You know he wouldn't. My brother is many things, but being reckless with his girls isn't one of them, and I'm not talking about the warm bodies who've played placeholder in the role of girlfriend. I'm talking about You, Gemma, and me."

I sigh. "It sounds good logically. But.,," I shake my head.

"We're far too used to pain and disappointment, but this is our time to be happy. In no universe would I find everything I ever wanted and you not have the same thing. Our worlds are connected."

"I'm so fucking scared. He could break me. I always hold back with men. I can't with Jax, and that terrifies me."

"That's how you know he's the one," Journee says as she squeezes my hand.

"After everything happened with Wendy, he left. I know he needs space sometimes, but it scared me."

"You know I won't share his thoughts. That's his job. But I can say this. You're not the only one who's scared. This is new to him, and he's trying his best to rise to the occasion and be what you need. It's a learning curve, for both of you."

"Why the fuck do you make it seem so easy."

"Cause I'm outside of it, not in it, and I know you both."

"What the hell am I going to do?"

'Sit back and enjoy him slaying the dragon for his lady fair."

I huff.

"When the time is right you guys will find your comfortable spot. Both of you are complex people. It takes time to get through all those layers and wade through those crowded heads on your shoulders."

"Fuck you're already old, married, and wise."

She shoves me, and I laugh as I chew on what she said.

"Seriously, though. I appreciate your input. I'm going to… quell my stinking thinking."

She smiles. It was an old phrase we'd both adopted from my Gran.

"Good. Did I help some at least?"

"You helped immensely. Thank you for helping me walk through it. Enough about me. I want to hear all about your trip."

"Fact number one, Filip is a fucking beast in bed. That wedding night was no one off."

I can't help the squeal that leaves me lips. "Are you serious?"

"Me and my Kitty are dead serious. I can't even walk right."

"Wait. You're serious."

"Umm. Yes."

"Well, now I just have to see it for myself."

"Lee," she whines.

"Nu uh. Get your ass up and walk for me."

"So demanding," she says with a wink as she eases into a standing position.

The pronounced hitch in her giddy up has me giggling on my back on the couch.

"No sympathy!" She flings a pillow at me, and I clutch my stomach.

"I'm sorry. It's too good."

She rolls her eyes and I sprawl out on the couch and blow her a kiss.

"Since you're here, you can help me with this slide show I have to put together for Ma."

I shake my head. "She couldn't wait to get all her children together again."

"Typical Gemma. Tell, don't ask."

"Hope your old man knows what a crazy family he married into."

"He has one of his own." I listen as she launches into her tale about his nephew Padric and his mother, Chibs's sister, Greer. I tear up when she tells me had a chance to speak with his daughter and how they'll keep in touch now.

I wonder if she realizes she's given the man everything he could've wanted.