My Sweets

Shot! Shot! Shot!

JESSA

The next morning, we settle into our private carriage on the train. "Oh wow. This is quite large," Hannah gushes as we enter the room. It has large windows running the length of the sides. There are plush navy couches with dark wood tables. All the detailing is very ornate. "This is amazing."

"It is," I agree. "Thank you so much for this." I sit on one of the couches and they're as soft as they looked.

"Hope Chelsea gets here soon," Bre nervously states as she checks the time.

No sooner are those words spoken, then Chelsea bursts into the room. "I'm here! I'm here!" She leans down and gives me a gentle hug. "Oh I love your shirt," she squeals at my 'last fling before the ring' tank top.

"Thanks. Lottie sent over a wardrobe for this weekend," I giggle.

"It's too perfect. Gosh, I'm so ready for this."

She sits down just as a butler enters the room. "Is there anything I can get you ladies?"

Chelsea squeals. It's a little louder than normal in this enclosed space. We're all use to it, but the poor man startles slightly. "Oh so fun! Yes please. We'll all take a mimosa without the juice."

He gives her a polite smile, but his eyes are also sparkling. He's amused by her. "So you'd like four glasses of champagne?"

"Yes please," Chelsea answers. "We're pretending to be classy since it's only brunch time. So mimosas without juice please!" I giggle at her. "It's never too early for bubbly when we're celebrating our girl Jessa!" Chelsea winks at me.

I check my phone again. I still have not heard from Bobby and it's making me anxious. Hannah smiles at me. "Bobby?"

"Yeah. I've sent him texts but he hasn't responded."

"They made it there safely. Gary texted me a bit ago. I was going to tell you once we were settled. You're suppose to call Junno."

Junno? Why? I grab my phone and quickly select his number. He answers right away. "Jessa, we have officially kidnapped your future husband. There is now a no Jessa zone in place. He has lost all his phone privileges. In case of emergency, have your contacts call his contacts. That last part is Bobster's rules or he said he was running away. I'm suppose to tell you to stay safe, tape your titties in and have fun. He loves you."

I can't talk to Bobby? My stomach knots up. "Junno, you take good care of him or I'll hunt you down and cut you."

He chuckles and I hear him talk to someone in the background. "Man Bobby. Your girl can be scary." I hear laughter and I try to pick out Bobby's voice in the mix.

"Noted," Junno says to me.

"Tell him I love him so much and that my boobs are for his eyes only."

"And mine. I've seen your boobs too."

"Wait. What?"

"Love you, Lass," I hear Bobby yell from the background before the phone goes silent.

I look helplessly at the girls. "I'm seriously not allowed to talk to him all weekend?"

"It's for your own good, sweetie," Chelsea says. "This is girlie time. You and Bobby have the rest of your lives to talk and be together." I get that, but I'm use to seeing him every day. Now, not only am I away from him, but I can't even talk to him.

"Has Junno really seen your boobs?" Hannah asks, looking slightly mortified.

"I have no idea what he's talking about. Bobby said it's an inside joke between them."