AN: Please don't hate me or kill me. I am so sorry for the long delay in posting. Please except this short chapter as my apology. I hope to get back on track as soon as possible. You all are the best and thanks for your patience. - Cam

Chapter 8

The next morning…

Jeff sat out on the back deck and looked at his phone as it rang, debating whether or not to answer it. Matt's name was on the caller ID. He knew his brother wanted to know if Sasha would speak with him.

"Hello," Jeff answered with a sigh.

"Hey Jeff, what's the good word?" Matt was anxious. He needed to talk to Sasha, he had to make things right.

"Nothing much Matt," Jeff sipped his coffee as he looked out at the waves crashing the beach. He understood why Sasha found this place so peaceful.

"Is she going to talk to me?"

"I don't know. She said she would think about it," Jeff walked closer to the edge of the deck when he heard movement from inside. He didn't know if it was Sasha and he didn't want to be overheard. "You put her through a lot. I think the fact that she's just thinking about talking to you should be considered a win."

"A win? I should be happy she might talk to me while she has no problem sharing her home with you three," Matt said bitterly surprising Jeff.

"Dude, I'm not the one that fucked up," Jeff said lowly trying not to raise his voice. "You fucked up. I'm tired of telling you that. It's like a broken record."

"I'm sorry." Matt sighed. "I'm frustrated. I don't want to miss out on my son's life."

All Jeff could do was shake his head. He really was beating a dead horse with his brother. "I've told you before. You will be a part of the baby's life. Just give Mom some space." Looking over at the door, he saw Sasha standing there. "I got to go." Jeff clicked his phone off and waved.

"Matt," Sasha asked already knowing the answer.

"Who else," Jeff sighed wearily rubbing his face. He started whining relaying his conversation with his brother. "Why won't she speak to me? Sure, you guys get to stay with her. I'm frustrated." Jeff threw his arm as if he was going to throw his phone until he noticed Sasha giggling. "What's so funny?"

"You," she replied walking up to him and hugging him with her eyes a bit misty. "He's your brother and you love him. I am putting you in an awkward position." She looked up and into Jeff's eyes. "Do you think if I talk to him he might ease back a bit?"

Jeff started rubbing her bump. "Maybe but only do it if you feel comfortable."

Sasha thought about it as she relaxed under his touch. "Will you come with me," she asked.

"Of course," Jeff said pulling her into him in another hug. "Wherever and whenever you need me, I am there for you."

"Thanks Jeff," Sasha said leaning up to kiss Jeff's cheek but landing on his lips instead as he turned his head. Sasha gasped and pulled back putting her fingers to her lips. "I'm sorry."

Jeff smiled trying to ease her discomfort. "It's okay Sash." He winked at her. "How you've been able to resist me this long amazes me."

"Oh Jeff," Sasha said swatting his arm with a girly giggle. "I'm going inside to make breakfast for Shannon. He deserves it after being pulled into my torture."

"That was pretty mean of you," Jeff said glad that even with his mistake everything seemed ok.

"Technically," Sasha said pulling out a can of cinnamon rolls from the fridge. "He started it by calling my Psycho Bitch and assuming PMS was the worse things you guys had to live through with me."

Jeff laughed as he watched her open and prepare to bake the rolls. He remembered when Shannon coined her nickname. She did get a little crazy with PMS but it only lasted a day. This pregnancy may be a bit more hostile.

Sasha sat down next to Jeff and watched him as he appeared deep in thought. "What's in your noodle, Nero?"

"Just you, the baby and my brother sweetness," Jeff wrapped his arm around her shoulder pulling her closer into him. He looked at her as she let out a deep sigh.

"Think we could meet with Matt today?"

"Sure," Jeff said kissing her head hoping the meeting would go okay.