When You Least Expect It
A/N: You finally find out what happened! Haha enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight!
What Did Garret Do?
I really didn't know where to begin, because I agreed wholeheartedly that it was time for him to know what had happened with Garret. I didn't know why I'd ever thought Jacob was anything like my ex, but now I could see clearly that the two were like night and day. The only reason I really had now for being nervous about telling Jacob Black this story was that he would see my weakness and utterly decide that I wasn't good enough for him. But at least then I could say that I didn't go without trying.
"Well, as I'm sure you know, Garret and I had been together for a while…maybe a little less than a year. The boys were still young, barely two, and I was still working my ass off trying to give them everything. And then, one day, at the coffee shop I'd been working at, he came in and he just…I don't know. He seemed to take to me immediately; I mean, he was charming, handsome, he obviously had money, and he had been flirting with me. And like a fool…I fell for the game hook-line-and-sinker. Things had been great in the beginning…your sister was able to help me with the boys whenever I needed someone to watch them when we went out…and then when I actually introduced Garret to Brady and Peter, he seemed to take it all in stride. Things were fine, we were happy, he asked me to move in with him…and then things just kind of…went wrong."
For a moment, I simply stayed silent, trying to work my way through the sudden flood of memories and emotions running through my mind. A sudden lump formed in my throat and I swallowed harshly, trying desperately to get through with the story. The sooner I start talking again, the sooner I'll be done with it.
"Well, sometime during work, this group of guys came to the counter and just started talking about how they were having an affair with my boyfriend. I was so embarrassed that they were just throwing that kind of stuff around in public, that I took my break and took them to a table to have some kind of privacy. I just remember feeling devastated, not wanting to believe it…but one of them even had pictures of them together on a vacation they'd taken together when he told me that he'd be away on business. So there was no way that I could deny it anymore…and I was so mad. Just livid."
I paused again, just gathering my wits, thankful that Jacob simply sat next to me giving silent support.
"I got home, your sister dropped off the kids and I acted as if things were fine until he came home—then I couldn't hide it anymore. I made sure Brady and Peter were in their room and followed Garret into our room and just snapped. I demanded to know how many times he had cheated on me, why he did it in the first place…just, anything that popped into my mind. Next thing you know we're yelling at each other and the kids are crying in the hall. When I turned to go put them back in the room he told me I was disrespecting him and he hit me in the back of the head, started kicking me when I was down; it took me a while to get my bearings enough to kick him off his feet. As soon as I could, I got up and ran with the boys into their room and locked the door behind me. Garret just started pounding on the door, cussing me out, talking bad about the boys and in that moment I realized that I really had no clue who this man was. If this was the real Garret, I had no idea. We'd moved so fast and things had seemed good so I figured, what could go wrong? Well, apparently a lot." I murmured, running a shaking hand through my hair. "I ended up just packing up all our clothes and the boys' toys and staying with your sister for a bit. I had to quit my job, but ended up finding the job at the gym fast enough, and I moved into this apartment. And then I was fine with just being with the boys and licking my wounds…but it was so lonely. And then I happened to wander into your little office and…here we are."
Well, there it is—the truth, out in the open.
"Well thank you for telling me." Jacob whispered, pressing his lips against my temple as his arm squeezed my shoulders, "And now, I really hope that you see that Garret and I are nothing alike."
"I do, Jake, really. And I'm sorry that I ever even compared you guys." I pulled away from him to look into his eyes, trying to convey just how serious I was being about this whole thing. "I don't know what I was thinking."
"Hey now, none of that." He chided with a small quirk of his lips, "I'm not mad, and although I can't say that I completely understand everything that could've been going on in your hand after all that happened, I can say that I understand why you acted the way you did. It was completely reasonable. You were just looking out for yourself and your kids."
Nodding, I was unable to really speak past the relief that shot through me at his understanding of the situation.
"And besides, if my family ever caught wind that I ever put my hands on you in any way but loving and affectionately, my dad would beat the shit out of me and Rachel would only be too happy to pick up where he left off." He smiled, a full blown smile, the one that always melted my brain to mush and set my insides a flutter. "And I would never argue or dare to raise my voice anywhere around the kids—that's not how I was raised."
"Well that's certainly a relief." I managed a smile of my own as I lean in closer to his side, needing some form of comfort at the moment.
We stayed silently just basking in the comfort of each other's warmth until my stomach decided it was the perfect time to remind me of my lack of food consumption.
Blushing with embarrassment I mumbled a quick apology which he simply waved away and suggested we move to the kitchen. Jacob tugged on my hand to pull me to a stop just before we would've crossed into the kitchen suggesting that we go out to get something quick to eat and then come back to relax together for the night. It sounded like a good night and a good way to just unwind after all the tension, so I agreed.
Later that night, with the food finished, leftovers packed away, and trash thrown away, we relaxed in my room, cuddled together on my bed watching a movie. I was between dozing and worrying mentally over the kids.
Deciding that the kids were safe with Rachel, I let my tension slip away and we began a heavy make-out session. His kisses did things to my body that I'd never really believed to be experienced from kissing. His lips made my head fuzzy, had my heart racing, my cock hardening and throbbing with need; when his tongue came into play, I just turned into a huge jumbled mass of need and want with each swipe of the wet muscle. The press and pull of bodies ended with my body encased in the warmth of his as he covered me on the couch, my back arching from the cushions of the couch to feel more of him as our mouths remained intact.
I couldn't be a hundred percent sure, but I thought I'd heard a faint beeping that seemed out of place for the situation but my mind was too close to come up with anything conclusive until Jacob pulled his mouth away from mine with a curse.
"What is it?" I asked, blushing at the breathy wanton sound of my own voice.
"It's an alarm I set to remind me to go check on the animals in overnight care." He muttered bitterly as he sat upright and pulled his phone out of his pocket to shut off the obnoxious noise. "I hadn't even realized it was almost midnight."
"Oh…can you come back after?"
I'd already known my answer as soon as he let out a sigh and his shoulder slumped back against the couch, "No, I'm expecting a delivery early tomorrow and I have to be there to sign for it. But I can be over here as soon as I'm out of work." He added quickly after I'm sure he saw the sudden disappointment in my eyes.
I quickly agreed and I led him to the door where we shared a few lingering kisses, reluctant to let each other go.
"Okay. Tomorrow." Jacob said with determination even though his arms didn't ease their hold around me; his kisses didn't let up either.
Laughing, I pulled myself away, "Okay, go. There are poor injured animals that need your attention. Quick, run before we get caught up again."
Letting out a laugh of his own which turned into a groan after he pressed a chaste kiss to my lips, he pulled the door open, "Alright, I'll call you when I get home, babe."
"Hopefully I'm awake still." I smiled.
"I'll keep calling till you answer," He smiled again and stepped out of the house, "Okay, I'm going to go before temptation pulls me back in."
"Good night." I smiled, gently closing the door before I became anymore of a distraction.
I couldn't wipe the silly grin off of my face if I'd tried, but that was fine with me. I didn't ruin everything. I made things right, and now there aren't any crazy secrets on my side of the fence, and Jacob doesn't seem to be the type to hold anything back; but even then, I didn't self-sabotage myself with thoughts of him keeping some dark secret from me. I was happy, and I was determined to stay that way.
With a satisfied nod, I pushed away from the door and barely got two steps away before a knock had me turning back.
"Hey, did you forget something?" I asked with a smirk as I found Jacob on the other side of my door with a serious expression on his face.
"Yeah, I did." He stepped forward, serious expression and all, and cupped my face before placing a tender kiss to my lips and stepping back just enough to look me in the eyes with a silly grin that probably matched the one I wore only moments ago. "I love you, Paul. And on that note, I'm gonna get going."
I was shocked still, not even noticing that he'd closed the door for me and I stood staring open mouthed at my door.
Love? He loves me?
My mind went into an uproar and then a single thought slipped to the forefront of my mind.
Do I want Jacob to love me?
And then, every thought stopped and the stupid grin curved my lips once again.
Out loud, I answered myself.
"Yes."
Eleazar and Charlotte Santos listened intently as their lawyer explained the process of claiming custody of their grandchildren, Brady and Peter Lahote.
"We'll have to file a claim that we find him to be an unfit parent. Social services will conduct an investigation and based on what they find, we will get a trial or we won't. If we don't, then it ends there, and I'm sorry, but unless Mr. Lahote agrees to some form of agreement, you have no rights to your grandchildren. Now I'm unable to represent you as an attorney seeing as how all of this is out-of-state, but if we end up going to trial, I know a guy you can use." Taking a moment for all the information to sink in with the couple, the man couldn't help the guilt he felt in his gut. He really didn't like this situation much; the idea of taking young kids from the only parent they've ever known seemed cruel to him. Though he'd never admit it, he was relieved that this would be an out-of-state case. "I have to ask though, Mr. and Mrs. Santos…are you sure you wouldn't want to meet with Mr. Lahote to try and work out some form of custody agreement?"
The couple stayed silent for a moment, and Charlotte Santos couldn't deny her hesitations with this situation. She was a parent who'd lost her only daughter, and she knew how painful it was. She also knew her husband, and knew that if they did end up with custody of the boys then Paul would never be allowed into their lives until the boys were older. Charlotte would never want to consciously inflict the heartache that came with having your child ripped away from you on anyone else.
So it was with her upmost Southern charm that she looked at her husband, "Dear, don't you think maybe we co-"
"No, Charlotte. No." He answered, not needing her to even finish the sentence.
He loved his wife, loved all of his family, but damn if his wife's Southern hospitality and Christian ways get in the way sometimes. He needed to do this. He needed to save his grandsons from the same fate that their monster of a father had brought his daughter—their mother—too. He didn't want them to grow up leading the same twisted, perverted lifestyle that that bastard of a man lived. Who knew what that pervert was doing to his grandkids when no one was around! He couldn't just stand by and do nothing, stand back knowing that he and Charlotte could provide a better—healthier—life for the both of them.
So it was with conviction that Eleazar began to open his mouth to give his consent to start the investigation, but Charlotte stopped him with a squeeze to his arm.
"Please. Just take some time to think rationally about all of this. Think about what you're about to do before you do it." She pleaded, her dark chocolate brown hair framing her face, hazel eyes pleading, full pouty lips pulled in a thin line of displeasure that Eleazar never liked to see on his wife.
"I agree, sir. Take some time. There's no need for any hasty decisions." The lawyer agreed with a nod.
"Fine." Eleazar nodded with slight exasperation, "I'll sleep on it."
A/N: Sorry! Like a week late, but I had the confession written since like Saturday and I just didn't know where to go and then suddenly, BAM! The chapter was done today haha today being Thursday that is. But yes! So, now you guys know what Garret did that was so bad, Paul knows Jacob loves him, and you know Eleazar and Charlotte's intentions! I thought it was good. Haha what did you think?
Notoriously Yours,
GoinnGaGa
