His innocent obsession

Chapter 22

Abby's POV

It's called the city that never sleeps for a reason. And tonight I'm a part of the reason.

For the life of me I can't seem to fall asleep. No matter what I try to think about my mind somehow travels back to Celeste and my funeral tomorrow. Nobody gets to watch their own funeral. But Jax and I will.

Once we left the police station neither one of us brought it up. We found Sergio's place, showered, changed, ate, watched tv and went to bed.

And here I am hours later still awake; listening to sounds of the cars passing by outside and every now and then Jackson's light snores.

I know this all must be killing him. As if doing time in prison, and having your mother murdered wasn't enough. I walked into his life and push him back into chaos when his life had finally been stable. And the cherry on top of this shit Sundae, the officer who booked him into prison is now the detective in charge of our homicide case.

Detective Maurice had emailed a link that will be used in the morning. So we will have front row seats to it all. The detective said we could help by pointing out actions or behaviors that weren't normal for Celeste and John. He also told us to keep an eye out for anyone we didn't recognize. With all the people they both know, I probably won't recognize most of them. A church full of people who had no idea I even existed until I was dead. That's not what I should be watching. I should be watching a church full of people I do know, who love me, watching me walk down the aisle to my groom on my wedding day. People should be watching Jackson and I say our vows.

Images of what our wedding day will be like once this is all over is what I finally fall asleep thinking about.

"Hey. Abby. Time to wake up Baby." Jackson soft voice and fingertips lightly brushing the hair from my face wakes me from much needed sleep.

Instead of getting up I snuggle into him next to me on the bed making him giggle. "No Baby, come on. Get up." I pout, still not opening my eyes.

"But it's so much nicer right here." He chuckles again, then kisses my pouty lips.

"I won't argue that. But if you want to watch with me you have to." I growl, kicking the blankets off of me before getting up. "I made you coffee too, grumpy." I narrow my eyes at him to let him know I'm mad but he just throws his head back laughing instead, pissing me off further.

I walk out of the bedroom leaving him behind. "Princess don't be mad." I hear him yell to me.

I go directly for the pot of coffee and pour myself a cup. I take a sip as he enters. "I can't help it if I think you're cute." He says from behind me, his lips against the shell of my ear as his arms wrap around me. I want to stay mad but his touch has always calmed me. I crane my neck to kiss his lips. And just like that no more grumpy Abby.

"When does it start?" He sighs stepping back to lean on the counter top behind him.

"Any minute now the live feed from the funeral home will start. I'm already tapped in." I nod before taking another sip of my coffee.

walking into the living room; he's got his laptop mirrored on the flat screen tv.

Moments after we sit on the couch it starts.

The cameras must be hidden in a light fixture or shelf because the view is from above looking down on two caskets side by side. The sight has my stomach turning, like I'll vomit at any moment.

I look down at my coffee mug, taking long slow breaths. Jax wraps his arm around my shoulders and pulls me into him, and kisses the top of my head. "It's okay baby. I'm right here with you." I look back up and think about how scared they must have been? And the fact that they've been all alone in that room with none of their loved ones. My heart aches for them.