Chapter thirty-three

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****okay so I just recently updated a chapter and we left off that Devon gave her baby up for open adoption. Jessica wiped Jennifer's memory of Devon and ended with the devil. And since I literally can't get our favorite latina off my mind I've decided to do a back to back update. So those of you waiting for other books, blame Devon lmao. Anyway... This chapter is still in Devon's POV and picks up with her and Jennifer in present time before Devon had her flashbacks....****

I woke to sobbing and I'm naked in bed with Jennifer. I haven't been with her since the weekend before spring fling and before we found out about Alexis. I look at Jennifer and she's facing away from me. I have been trying to keep my distance from her because she still doesn't remember who I am. I haven't been with anyone in the twelve years that passed since Jessica ran her over.

I get my clothes on and gingerly roll her to her back. Her eyes meet mine and I'm reminded of our daughter. She's still under Erica's care, but knows I'm her mother. Her eyes hold recognition, normally she doesn't look at me like this. It's almost like I'm looking at the Jennifer from twelve years ago. I look away from her eyes, my heart aching for her to remember, but she's married to my best friend.

I swallow the forming lump in my throat and grab the ointment from the nightstand. I ginger massage it over her ragged flesh. It's all healed now, but doesn't mean the pain instantly stops. Those lashes were deep and she's lucky to be alive.

She takes my hand when I finish and I meet her eyes. "I'm sorry," she chokes quietly and I look at her confused. Tears roll down her cheeks and what she asks next leaves me completely speechless. "What happened to the baby?"

She remembers? What triggered her memory? It's been twelve years and we've bumped into each other over the years and didn't recognize me, what makes this time different? Nobody knows about Alexis. I visit her weekly and take vacation time the same time every year for her birthday. She turns twelve years old in three days.

My phone buzzing with a text breaks me from my train of thought. I open it and it's from Erica, wondering if I'm still coming this weekend. Before I can reply, Kelly enters the room, looking confused and concerned about what was going on. I look between Jennifer, the text from Erica and Kelly. Tears start rolling down my cheeks and I bolt out of the room. Everyone tries to stop me, but I push passed them and out to my car.

I lock myself in the car and beat my steering wheel. I fold my arms over the steering wheel and put my head down as sobs filled my car. I hear light knocking on the passenger window and look to see the one person who has me sitting here in the first place. She has this pleading look on her face and I sigh in defeat. I unlock my car and she climbs in the passenger seat, closing the door.

"I'm so sorry Dev," she chokes in a whisper and I stare down at my fingers while tears blur my vision. "I'd give anything to go back to that night."

"So you can forget me again? It's been twelve years Jennifer and last night was the first I've been someone since you," I choke in barely a whisper. "I went through a pregnancy by myself and Miss James was there to help me in the delivery room instead of you. I gave her the baby because she reminded me of you every time I looked in her eyes.

"I see her once a week and she knows I'm her mother. It was our agreement. No one else knows aside your mother. Your mother visits her often," I say in a wavering whisper as my voice cracks in some places. "I often have dinner with your mother, I never stopped talking with her."

It grew quiet in the car aside from shaky breaths as I calmed from my sobs. Kelly comes out knocking on my window with concern written on her face. She beckons for me to come with her and Claire does the same with Jennifer. I go to get out of the car and follow Kelly but Jennifer gently grabs my hand. I look back at her and she had tears in her eyes. "Can I meet her," she begs in a choked whisper.

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