Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 50032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
“Sebastian,” I start, but emotion clogs my throat. Johnny soothes me by running his hand down my outer arm. His other is still cupping my cheek, too. Through all of this, he’s kept his skin on mine in every way possible.
“Sebastian has some developmental delays.” The delayed potty training, his speech took longer to come to him than kids his age, and there’s been talk about his behavior, mostly because he’s not showing any signs of grief since Melanie has been gone. He isn’t a crier; he shows excitement, but any signs of sadness aren’t there. I think it’s more of his brain protecting itself after witnessing what he has as well as the drug use Melanie put him through while pregnant. “The only way I could get help was to go through the state. This was before Mel passed, but when the next appointment came and they asked where she was, Sebastian blurted out she was dead.” It’s hard not to let out a snort. Seb is oftentimes matter of fact.
“Jesús Cristo.” Johnny’s eyes close for a moment, trying to control his own chuckle.
“You can laugh. I do now, too, when I think about it. At the appointment, though, I was mortified, but what can you do? Anyways, getting back to the story at hand, I’m basically fostering him. Since we’re technically married, I can’t do anything without you there. I have two choices: divorce or prove that we’re fit to be parents.” My chest rises and falls. Johnny’s cock stirs beneath me, and if this weren’t such a pivotal moment in time, I’d slide up his abdomen and impale myself on his length. Instead, I wait Johnny out. He doesn’t say anything, more than likely mulling over everything I’ve dumped on him. The waiting kills me, but I get it. It’s a lot, we’re a lot, and Sebastian and I are a package deal.
“Gotta do something.” He knifes up, flipping me to my back, and doesn’t seem to have a care that he’s buck naked or that our combined dried cum is still on our skin. I watch as he moves to our piled clothes on the ground and rifles through them until he finds his jeans and pulls his phone out.
“Johnny,” I say his name, pulling his attention.
“Hold on a minute. I’ll explain everything in a second.” I give him his time, sitting up, tucking my legs beneath me, and situating the blanket to cover my nakedness, the complete opposite of what Johnny does.
12
JOHNNY
My eyes go from my phone to Winnie. I should say something, except until I’ve got this under control, I don’t want to get her hopes up. I pull up the text thread for our group chat.
Me: Figuratively speaking, how much of a pain in the ass would it be for you, Tysen, to fly Winnie, Sebastian, and Matthew to Georgia in, say, a day or two?
Me: Matthew, I know you’re not big on the family law bit, but gonna need you to pull out all the hat tricks. Winnie just told me fuckin’ everything.
Tysen: I’m off this week. Name the day. I’ll reserve a plane and get you there and back in the same day.
Asher: What else do you need? You want me to take the club on for a night or two?
Jagger: I’m on my way back. I’ll be in town in less than twelve hours. Whatever you need, I’m there. Also, tell your woman she owes me a hug.
I smirk at that, fuckin’ Jagger always trying to get a rise out of me. It doesn’t matter. He may as well be Winn’s older brother. It broke him when she up and left like she did. When I laid the truth out about what I’d done, I never saw him look more disappointed in anyone when his eyes locked on me.
Matthew: Give me the Cliff Notes. I can pull the rest out of the data base. I only need to know which direction. Also, you owe me. BIG.
Jude: I bet I can hack into the system faster than Matthew can look it up. Serious. Whatever you need. Fudging some court documents is nothing.
Matthew: JFC, in a text you say that shit. One word: Implication.
Me: We’re adopting Sebastian. Melanie is dead, died of an overdose. Right now, Winnie is essentially fostering to adopt. Contingent upon our divorce since I’ve not been around. Now she’s home, and we’re not divorcing. Seb and Winnie are mine. We also need to move them out of their apartment and into the penthouse as soon as possible.
Luke: Not sure what I can do to help, but I’m on deck. Tell Winnie when shit gets better, party at my place. I’ll even cater the damn thing.
Crew: Fuckin’ hell, that woman of yours has been through hell and back.
Asher: Lennie is saying Kenny and she can activate for shopping tomorrow.