A text message woke me up. I hadn't turned my phone on vibrate last night, so I was able to tell it was my phone and not Juan's that went off. I reached out to the nightstand on my side of the bed and grabbed at it squinting at the screen and waiting for my eyes to adjust to the brightness. I saw that it was a text from Brie, giving me a heads up that Matthew was refusing to leave town until he saw me. I hadn't even realized he was still in town, but I knew I'd have to see him, give him closure. I hated that for years I hadn't felt any closure, and I didn't want to do the same thing to him. I texted her, giving her a time and place to tell him so that I could meet him. I told her to make sure he knew Juan would most likely be with me.
Setting my phone aside, I rolled to face my husband. I'd given us an hour to get ready and so we could meet Matthew, and I planned on making the most of it. I hooked my leg over his hip and then moved so I was straddling his waist, rubbing my already wet sex against his morning wood. It still amazed me how easily I could get wet and ready for him. I'd never been as constantly horny as I was with my husband. I didn't think there was anything he could do that I didn't find sexy, from the most normal things like taking a drink of water, or smoking a cigarette, to things that he did intentionally to be sexy. He just screamed S-E-X to me, and I was glad he seemed to feel the same way about me.
Reaching for his painkiller, I shook a couple into my palm and handed them over as he was waking up. There was already a glass of water on his nightstand, so I handed that to him once he'd tossed the pills in his mouth. I knew he wouldn't be able to take control as he usually did, so I did that, bringing us both to orgasm a handful of times before we had to get up and get dressed. "So, I thought you'd want to come with me when I see Matthew," I said as I was getting dressed, wearing a pair of lime green leggings with a black sweater dress. "I also would like to be with you whenever you talk to Chloe. I trust you, but I want to make sure she knows you're mine," I added, turning to look at him.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing a pair of camo pants and a white tee-shirt, he smiled at me and opened his arms so I could step between his legs and perch lightly on his left leg, so I could look into his eyes instead of looking down at him. "You're right. I want to be there when you go see Matthew. I'll stay with you today while you're at the hospital, since I can't ride at the moment anyway, and we're not sure what the blow back is going to be from taking out that Irishman. I'll let Chloe know we'll talk to her later. She'd be an absolute idiot if she doesn't see that I am yours and only yours," he said, patting my ass so I'd get back up.
Standing, I helped him up and helped him downstairs, then out to my truck. I'd told Brie to tell Matthew to meet us at the diner, so we could eat there. I drove us there, and helped him inside, leading him over to the booth where Matthew was already sitting. He didn't look happy that Juan was there, but he seemed to accept that. The waitress came and we ordered. I waited until after we'd eaten-mostly in silence-before I removed my sunglasses and stared at Matthew. "You told me you wanted me to be happy, even if it wasn't with you. Did you mean that, or not? What are you doing here, Matthew? Why are you showing up, drunk, and kissing me?" I jumped straight to the point.
Sighing, he glanced at Juan again, but I gripped my husband's hand on top of the table, so Matthew would realize that he wasn't going anywhere. Juan's presence wouldn't change my answer to Matthew, no matter what Matthew had to say. "I was wrong. I thought I could just let you go. And I don't know if that's possible. I've been trying the past three months, and I can't. Don't you remember what we had? I made you happy before. I can make you happy again. Give me another chance, Krystal. I fucked up once, and I'm so sorry. I did what I told Weston I'd never do. I wouldn't fuck up again," he said, reaching out to take my other hand, but I pulled it out of his reach.
Rolling my eyes, I pinched the bridge of my nose with the hand that Matthew had reached for, and squeeze Juan's hand with the other, which was still clutching his. "I hate doing this, being so brutally honest when I know it's going to hurt someone I used to love, but you've given me no other choice at this point. I'm not ever going to be with you again. Yes, you fucked up, and you lost your chance. It's gone now. I am married. I am pregnant. Juan and I are starting a family, and I am not giving that up for anyone," I saw his intake of breath upon hearing I was pregnant, but I had to lay it all out there. Give him the closure he'd never given me.
Shaking my head, I ran a hand through my hair before I continued. "You wanna know the difference between me and you. I did love you. I told you I'd let you be happy with anyone else, and I stuck to that. It killed me, but I left you alone, because I did truly love you, and I honestly wanted you happy. Whereas, you, you only seem to want me now that I'm with someone else. There were years when I was single and you were off dating other people, and you didn't give a shit about me or who I was happy with or without. You don't want me happy, Matthew, you want me with you, or with no one else. And I'm not playing that game," I pulled out my wallet and dropped a tip on the table, since Juan was paying for the food we'd eaten.
Standing, I helped my husband up, pausing to look back at a man I'd once seen a future with. "We're not going to be friends. I'm not going to see you again. I'm not going to do this stressful shit anymore. You know, Juan and I may have had years apart, but that's never been a real choice of one of ours. We were separated due to amnesia that neither of us had control over. When it comes right down to it, we always choose to be together, over anything and everything else. Why would I choose someone who doesn't make me a priority, when I've already got someone who proves to me I'm his world, and knows I feel the same way about him? I hope you find someone one day, and can be as happy as I am. You need to let go of this idea that it's me. Goodbye, Matthew," I slid my sunglasses back on my face and then helped my husband out of the diner.
A little while later, he was lounging on the couch in my office, and I was playing on my phone while waiting for my next appointment. I was actually setting up new Facebook account. I was tired of him having one and not having one myself. I wanted to be able to post cute pictures of us, and the babies when they came along. I spent at least twenty minutes blocking my family members, since they were the reason I'd deleted the account in the first place, and had debated for a bit before blocking Crystal too. Even with those precautions, I'd still listed my name as Krystal Ortiz, leaving off my middle and maiden names, just to throw off anyone who might be looking for the old me.
After sending Juan a relationship request, I started searching through his profile. I'd already chosen a picture of the two of us sharing our first kiss as husband and wife for my profile picture, and I'd picked one of the wedding pictures-which I still had to get printed-that showed him holding me bridal style, the water and sunset behind us, my head thrown back in a laugh and my arms wrapped tightly around his neck, for my cover photo. I was searching through old stuff on his profile, found his relationship with Chloe a few years back and was frowning at posts she'd made when his voice broke through my thoughts. "What are you glaring at your phone for, angel of mine?" he asked.
Lifting my gaze to his, I found annoyance melting away. It didn't matter either of our pasts. We were here now, and that was what mattered. What I'd said to Matthew held true. We always chose each other, put each other first. When we were together, we were committed to our love and that was something that had never changed. I had faith neither of us would throw that away. I stood, walking over to lay on the couch next to my husband, curling up next to him and resting my head on his chest. I snapped a picture of us laying together, and then started posing, making silly faces, kissing his cheek, other random things while snapping pictures, and then posted them all with a status saying how much I loved my husband. "Everything's perfect, ace," I told him as I set my phone aside, curling up into his side so we could cuddle until my next appointment arrived.
After I'd finished work for the day, we headed to the clubhouse. Juan had told Chloe she could stop by whenever she wanted, since we'd be there all evening. The IRA kings had called and wanted to speak to all the guys tonight while they were in church. None of the guys were willing to leave their women alone, so they were all there, too. We had a pretty full clubhouse tonight, so most of us were enjoying it. The guys had about twenty minutes before they went into church when Chloe showed up.
Standing between Juan's legs as he sat on a barstool, I had my back to his chest and he had one hand resting on my bump, with both my hands on top of it, and his other hand rested on top of mine when he wasn't taking a drink of the beer he had sitting next to him on the bar. Brie and Skye were standing next to us, and I'd just told them about the exchange with Matthew when the tall slender blonde walked up. I sent them a look and they walked away, but I didn't move from my spot. She waited a moment, sending Juan a look, but his grip on me didn't loosen in the slightest. "I guess I want to know why. Why did you wait till our wedding day to tell me, through a text message, that you couldn't marry me?" she finally asked.
Taking the hand that was on top of mine, he picked up his beer and took a drink as he thought of how to answer. "I am going to be brutally honest, Chloe. This will likely hurt you, and I'm sorry, but you've got to realize the truth. I was never in love with you. I was comfortable with you. I may have cared for you deeply, but I wasn't in love with you. I stayed with you because you stuck around. You knew what this life was like, and you loved me. I know you did, but I never felt the same way. I didn't think I had any other choices. You were there for me in a time I desperately needed someone, anyone. I didn't need you. You were just there. I was horrible at being alone. I had a self-destructive tendency to give into my depression when I was alone, and you were there to keep me company. That's why I said yes. I realized that even though you were keeping me company, you weren't what I was looking for. I didn't know what it was yet. I couldn't remember Krystal existed, much less that I was in love with her, but I was looking for her. And I am very glad I didn't marry you. We never would have worked," he told her.
Before she could respond, my attention was taken by Jax, who was asking about a green pen that had been sitting on the bar. I shook my head when he asked if I knew where it came from. Chuckie said that it came when the beer was delivered, but that only made Jax ask who had ordered beer. Chuckie suggested Gemma, but that was when Chloe spoke up. "I was here all morning, helping Gemma inventory and place orders, and she did not order any beer," she said, and Jax looked at Juan for a moment, and his eyes widened before he yelled that everyone needed to get out. People began running, I helped my husband. Jax went for Tara and their kids. I had no idea if everyone had gotten out or not before the whole clubhouse blew up in a huge explosion.
A/N: I know. I'm horrible for leaving this a cliffhanger, but hopefully that will inspire you guys to leave reviews, yes? I might be more inclined to post before Sunday if I get enough reviews. *hint hint* So, I've actually got this part almost completely written. It's gonna be 21 chapters, I believe. Then part five will be the end of the story, although, I've already got a companion piece to this series in mind. It's going to be basically a behind the scenes kinda thing, for the whole series, with moments that either happened in the fics, but from different characters POV's, or moments that happened in the time jump that's going to take place between this part and part 5 (it'll be about a 9 year time jump). I am completely open to any suggestions of scenes you want written, cuz chances are it'll be a scene that I'll have fun writing. Anyway, I guess I am getting ahead of myself cuz I have more than half this part to get posted, and all of part 5 to get written and posted before I can start posting the companion part. I hope you like this chapter! Please review! Thanks to everyone who reads and reviews!
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