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The Last Supper…

Jessa POV:

After making a custard pie and pleading (for hours on end) to Shaw about accepting Roseanna's dinner invitation, my husband reluctantly loaded up our family in one of our wagons and set off to take us to dinner. I knew he didn't want to go, I mean he told me as much over and over again as I pleaded my case as to why repairing things with our cousins would be good for us, so his clenched jaw and stiff body language didn't alarm me. He didn't say a single word as he drove us down to the cabin that was on the other side of the county, close to the Kentucky border. Actually, due to Shaw's tense mood nobody said a word. The entire ride was as silent as the grave. Even Endor was quiet instead of making his little baby noises. But he did look over at his daddy a lot. I've noticed that over these last 7-months a father-son bond has formed between Shaw and Endor despite them not being blood related; one being a golden-brunette with honey eyes and the other a ginger with stormy blue eyes. I don't doubt that Shaw's more protective over Endor cause of his secret (that can be dangerous if discovered), but I'm sure as our son grows up, they'll have their scrabbles like any other parent-child duo.

"Well, we're here." Shaw announced, breaking the endless silence hanging over our wagon, as we pulled up to Johnse and Roseanna's small, but quaint cabin. After pulling the wagon to a stop, he looked over his shoulder and instructed his siblings and our older children, "Now, ya'll be on your best behavior."

"You don't gotta worry bout us, Shaw. We're always on our best behavior." Todd assured my husband before climbing out of the wagon.

My husband nodded before looking at his sister, who was getting out of the wagon, and telling her in a warning tone, "I mean it, be good."

"I won't start no trouble. I promise." Mary assured my husband, taking Lydia out of the wagon while Shaw took Silas out.

"I hope Roseanna and Johnse don't bring up you know who." Shaw heaved out in a long sigh as he climbed down from the wagon while Mary and Todd walked up to the house with Lydia and Silas.

"They might since what you did to him's the reason why our relationship with them's strained, honey." I told my husband as he took Endor from me; letting me climb down from the wagon.

"I know he was her brother and all, but the need to stay out of my business. Me and him had bad blood between us ever since we were little." Shaw told me, bouncing Endor up and down on his hip, as I grabbed the custard pie out of the back of the wagon.

"Shaw, please, try not to feed into the subject if it's brought up." I lightly requested, holding the desert in my hands, as we began to walk towards our cousins' cabin.

"I'll try, babe, but I ain't makin' no promises." He told me as we watched Roseanna open the door; letting the kids into the house.

"I'm glad ya'll could make it." Roseanna called out to us with a smile as she stood on the porch near her open door. "I just set the table, so we'll et once ya'll get inside."

Shaw didn't say a word, just nodded his head a bit stiffly. I on the other hand smiled and told her, "That sounds great, Roseanna."

"Don't act overly excited 'bout this dinner, baby. It's gonna be awkward as hell." Shaw muttered to me under his breath as we got closer to the house.

Oh boy…I just hope Shaw keeps his promise and behaves tonight.

To say that dinner was tense would be an understatement. Shaw was drinking more glass of Johnse's moonshine then he was actually eating his dinner while Johnse was silently eating, reluctant to say anything that might cause waves with his cousin. The kids were quiet too. The babies ate messily as they sat in their highchairs (like most babies do) while only me and Roseanna kept up a conversation.

Everything was going fine, until Roseanna turned to Shaw and said, "How's it been bondin' wit' an' raisin' Endor?"

"Fine. Why?" Shaw gruffly snapped, narrowing his honey eyes (which were starting to turn a shade of amber) at Roseanna as he reached for the bottle of shine.

"Well…considerin' that he favors somebody ya done gone an' murdered-" Roseanna began, causin' Johnse's blue eyes to pop out of his head, as Shaw poured himself another glass of shine only to be roughly cut off by my husband barkin', "Don't throw that shit up in my face, Roseanna. That boy's mine, not your dead sonuva bitch brother's and I'd never mistreat my own child." Slamming the bottle onto the table with a loud clunk, he added in a bit bluntly, but cruelly, "Worry 'bout your own damn kid. She's so goddamn sickly, I wouldn't be surprised if she caught the croup or scarlet fever this winter and die."

"Shaw, don't talk to my wife like that." Johnse ordered, his eyes narrowed as he pointed his fork at my husband.

"Why not?" My husband asked rhetorically after taking a sip of his shine. With his glass hovering in the air near his lips, Shaw went on to say in a very hard tone, "She had the stones to talk to me disrespectfully. Hell, I don't mean no disrespect, Johns, but my words are truthful."

"I wasn't bein' disr'spectful, Shaw. I'm just worried 'bout Endor's wellbein's all." Roseanna told my husband as she pushed her food around on her plate with her fork.

Before my husband could utter a word, I tried to smooth other the entire situation by telling Roseanna in a diplomatic way, "Roseanna, I'm touched that you're worried about Endor, but as his mother if I fet he wasn't in a good situation I would take action. Trust me when I say this, Shaw's a good daddy to Endor and all of the kids in general."

Looking at me, Shaw ordered, "Babe, stop trying to make everything all better." He downed the rest of his drink and slammed the glass onto the table before telling me, "She doesn't trust me 'round my own kid, you don't need to explain to her why I'm allowed to be with out son. Your words ain't gonna change her mind." Standing up, he grabbed the untouched pie (that was meant for desert) and announced, "I'm takin' my family home. I've had enough of family hospitality for one evenin'."

"I'm sorry ya wanna leave, Shaw." Johnse told my husband as we all stood up from the table. "But my sweet darlin' wife's got a right to voice her own opinions in her home." He said while Mary and Todd tended to Silas and Lydia as I picked Endor up out of the highchair he was in. Before Shaw could even order us to get going, Johnse stood up and told him, "I too think ya needa take some responsibility for your crime 'gainst Tolbert." Oh no, he actually same the name that was more or less forbidden to say in the presence of my husband.

"Don't be a fuckin' fool, cousin. We both now I ain't ever gonna tell the law what I've done." Shaw darkly told Johnse, his eyes angry amber slits as he stared him down. "Come on, we're leavin'." My husband announced before storming out the door.

Silently, we followed behind him since there wasn't any other choice, but to leave with him.

"If Roseanna's gonna keep tryin' to put me on a guilt trip bout her brother, then I don't see how you can be her friend anymore." Shaw told me from his spot laying in our bed while I stripped out of my dress in order to get ready for bed.

"Shaw, she's still hurting over his death." I reminded my husband, picking up my dress of the ground after it pooled around my feet. Folding it up, I went on to say, "I think she meant well when she brought up your bond with Endor and in a way just wanted to make sure he's okay."

"I don't give a fuck if you think she meant well or not." Shaw told me as I placed my dress on top of a trunk. As I went over to the bed and joined him, he told me in a heavy and pained timbre, "Roseanna insulted me by implying that I couldn't bond with Endor or love him cause he's not my blood."

"I know, Shaw. I know." I sighed, stroking his golden-brown scruff covered cheek. "But I know that you love him. I can see it with my own eyes." I softly told him, assuring him that I trusted him with our son. That I knew he was a good daddy to him too.

"I know how it feels to be unloved by your father; to try everything to get love only to be ignored and beaten. I swear, I'll never do that to Endor. Ever."

"Do you want to talk about your father?" I hesitantly asked. I knew that Peter was a sore subject with Shaw. He only opened up about his childhood with him a couple of times, but I was giving him the option to do it. I just hope that he doesn't shut down or me or snap at me for it.

"Not really, but I reckon I should." He admitted in a long sigh. Grabbing my hand and holding it for emotional support, he told me, "I think I was like 3-or-4 when my father told me I was an unlovable lil bastard. I had no idea what he meant, but I knew I didn't like it. I knew that I wanted him to say 'I love ya, son' to me like my mom always did." Shaw brought my hand up to his lips and kissed it. Resting it on his chest, right above his heart, and running his thumb over my knuckles, he admitted, "Every time my mom had a miscarriage Peter would make cuttin' remarks to me like 'Reckon I'm stuck wit'cha as my only child, but I don't love ya' or 'Too bad your mama didn't miscarry ya; give me a son I could love'." He let out a shaky sigh before telling me, "And when Bethany, my sister who was a few years younger then me, came along he just flat out told me that he loved her cause she wasn't some lil bastard he got stuck with." Shaking his head, he let out a bitter scoff of, "Shame that he accidently killed her by shovin' her too hard, causin' her to fall and snap her neck."

Wow…okay…seems like his father was crazier than a bedbug. "You're not your father. Remember that honey." I firmly told my husband with a sweet undertone in my voice as he gave him a soulful look wioth my indigo eyes.

"I know, baby." He nodded, puling me closer (if that was even possible) into his side.

Meanwhile Across The Tug…

Billy POV:

I was camped out at my still, stokin' the fire I had goin' with a long stick, whenever the crunchin' of twigs mad me look ov'r my shoulder. Illuminated by both the orange-yellow firelight an' the silver moonlight was Mary. She'd taken me up on my offer an' came by t'see me cause she was feelin' down in the dumps 'bout somethin'. I dropped my stick an' stood up. "What's wrong?" I asked, rushin' over to the blonde girl's side.

"We went to Johnse and Roseanna's for dinner, but Shaw showed his ass an' we had'a leave." Mary told me, causin' me to just nod my head. Truthfully, I wasn't s'prised one bit that her drunkard brother showed his ass at my sister's durin' dinner. Actually, truth be tod, I'd be s'prised if he didn't. "He was so nasty; it was so embarrassin'." She cried as I put my arm 'round her, leadin' her ov'r to my cot by the firepit in order t'sit down. "Roseanna was just concerned 'bout Endor since Shaw killed Tolbert an' my brother bit her head off, rantin' an' ravin' hatefully at her. At Johnse too when he came t'her aide." Mary explained, her voice more or less a hiccupin' cry, as I helped her sit down on that cot an' took a seat next t'her.

"What'd Jessa do?" I asked, curious to hear what she did durin' her husband's supper time tantrum.

"What'd ya think she did?" Mary sarcastically asked me 'fore bitterly answerin' me wit', "Jessa took up for Shaw like she always does."

Shaw POV:

"Oh god…baby…baby…" I moaned loudly, shudderin' as I found my release as I hovered over my wife, who was witherin' underneath me and coming undone with my name tumbling off her lips like a mantra. I kissed Jessa, lightly biting and tugging at her bottom lip, before rolling off of her. Right as I was about to wrap my arm 'round her and pull her into my side to cuddle I heard the backdoor slamming shut. "Who the fuck's that?" I asked, sittin' up in bed.

"I dunno, Shaw. It's late; the kids should be asleep." Jessa told me, sitting up as well since she too was startled.

"Stay here, I'll check it out." I told her, gettin' out of bed and grabbing my long-john pants off the floor as I heard footsteps echoing outside of my door (in the kitchen).

"Okay, but be careful, Shaw." She told me as I quickly pulled on my underpants.

"I will, baby." I assured my wife, opening up my side table and pulling out the pistol I always kept ready and loaded there. "Get decent just incase ya need t'help me burry a body." I told my wife, as I headed over to the door.

"Oh lord…" I heard Jessa mumble under her breath as I opened the door and rushed out into the kitchen.

In the moonlight lit room, I saw a silhouette walking across my main room. Cockin' my gun, I ordered, "Stop, turn the fuck 'round, an' put your damn hands up unless ya wanna bullet put in your head."

"Shaw, it's just me. Mary." My sister told me as she turned around, her hands up and shaking in the air.

"Goddamnit, Mary, what're doin' sneakin' in the house at this hour?" I asked in a deep snarl, even tho I had a pretty good idea as to why, as I uncocked my gun and placed it onto the kitchen table.

"Um…I couldn't sleep and took a walk." She blatantly lied to my face.

"Yea, I bet…" I sarcastically scoffed. "Wanna try again?" I asked right as my bedroom door flung open. I looked over my shoulder only to see my wife, dressed in her housecoat, stepping out of our room with a brightly lit lantern in her hand. The lantern lit up both the kitchen and the main room of the house with a bright yellow glow.

"Dear lord, Mary, you snuck out to see Billy McCoy." Jessa stated, not asked, in a hard and firm tone.

Mary didn't deny it, but she didn't comfirm it either. "Goddamnit, I told you one more slip up and off to Granny Delize's ya go." Pointing towards the staircase, I ordered, "Go pack your shit."

"You can't ship me off to that old hag's." Mary whined like a petulant child.

"I can and I will. Now, go and pack your shit." I barked, causing my sister to let out a small off and storm off towards the staircase. "I expect you to be ready in 5-minutes, Mary." I told her as she stormed upstairs.

"You warned her and I talked to her too. Don't blame yourself for Mary acting out." My wife told me as I picked the gun off of the table and walked by her; into our bedroom.

"I know, babe, but I still feel like I failed in raisin' her." I sighed, walking over to my bedside table as she followed me into our room. She didn't say a word, just placed the lantern and her bedside table before taking a seat on the bed.

Our room was full of a heavy silence as I quickly dressed. Neither one of us wanted to send my sister away, but we had to. If we kept Mary here, well she'd get into some kind of trouble involving Billy.

AN:

Well, dinner was a shit show wasn't it? So Shaw's threat was real and he's going to take Mary to Granny Delize's for acting out. Hope you guys liked this angsty and drama filled update.