Hating How Much I Love You

Chapter 5

[Jace's POV]

"So I come back from Afghanistan after six months to find my twin sister shacked up with my best friend!" Deacon growls.

"Deac, man it's not what it looks like okay!" I reply swallowing deeply.

"Oh yeah J, what does it look like then. Because to me it looks awfully cuddly in here." He surveys the room and I cast a glance at Love who is sitting there in shock in nothing but her underwear and I'm only wearing a pair of briefs. Wait am I? I cover my face in my hands and groan. After 8 years we'd finally been caught out. I couldn't believe it, we'd been so careful and now it was over. I watch as Love moves from the bed grabbing her hospital scrubs from the floor and and pulling them on.

"Um I'm gonna go!" She whispers and tries to leave the room. Deacon puts his arm up blocking her way out.

"Oh no not so fast there Honey. Now we are going to go out to the lounge room and sit down and discuss this. I want to know every flipping thing, Love"

I watch Love flinch and quickly nod her head. He lets her pass and she makes her way to the lounge room.

"And you put some clothes on and join us." Deacon orders me and leaves the room following quickly after Love.

I take a deep breath and followed.

"I am so dead" I whisper to myself while pulling on pajama pants. I grab a shirt and make my way into the lounge room to face my impending doom.

[Love POV]

Of all times for morning sickness to hit now had to be the time. I swallow the bile forming in my throat and silently pray that I get through this without chucking.

Deacon leaves the room to get a glass of water and I quickly turned to Jace.

"What are we going to do?" I whisper harshly.

"The truth." He replies casually but deep down you can see he is fearing for his life.

"Jace he's going to skin you alive if he finds out you've just been fucking me for the past eight years. We are going with that we have been in an on and off relationship for those years okay otherwise he is going to chop of the only thing I find useful on your body." I finished and watch him flinch, cover his junk, swallow and quickly nod his head.

Deacon enters the room holding a glass of water.

"Okay so how long has this been going on?" He asks calmly. I take a deep breath and reply.

"Eight years"

"Eight years!" Both Jace and I flinch as Deacon quickly stands up and storms over to the window where he proceeds to start angrily pacing. Jace edges over to me so his thigh is pressed against mine. I take his hand and squeeze it tightly.

"Okay, who else knows?" Deacon asks tightly.

"No one" answers Jace.

"The whole time?"

"No on and off!" I say before Jace could answer.

"So you guys are serious about each other?" He asks.

"Yeah" another wave of nausea hits me and I find myself clasping a hand over my mouth to stop myself from throwing up.

I will NOT throw up!  I chant that in my head. I miss the next question. I think it was directed at Jace.

"Yes I do" replies Jace. The bile is right at the back of my throat now.

"Excuse me" I say quickly and then dart to the bathroom and heave.