Talking To The Moon {Book #3 Justin & Blake Series}

Tell Her

Justin’s POV

My cell phone buzzed minutes after I hung up my last call. I took a deep breath before answering it.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Justin. It’s Toby.”

“Is she home?” I asked quickly, all other thoughts leaving my brain and solely focusing on the one person who meant so much to me.

“Yes, she passed out on the ride over. Jayden is staying the night at Hazel and Chase’s.” Toby explained.

“Thank God.” I muttered, thanking my lucky stars.

“She was really upset when I found her at the bar. I think you need to tell her what’s going on, Justin.” Toby suggested.

“I know I do, I just have to figure it all out myself. But thank you. I know this oversteps the usual roles of a teacher.” I thanked him.

“It’s not a problem. Whatever helps.”

“Thank you.” I said again.

“Justin, you really need to tell her.” he said more earnestly.

“I know.” I agreed before hanging up the phone and putting my head in my hands.

Blake’s POV

My head felt foggy and heavy as I opened my eyes to gaze at the familiar bedroom windows. Someone must have been kind enough to close them last night. Was it Justin? Had he found me at the bar?

No, it was Toby. I remembered that much. But how did I get home?

Oh yeah, he drove my drunk ass home after I washed away my pain with various alcoholic beverages.

What a role model I was.

But I think my actions were justified, at least a little. My husband, the father of my child told me that he didn’t love me because of some girl who he hit in a car accident. He actually admitted it. There is a difference between loving someone and being in love with someone. A husband and wife are supposed to be IN love with each other for every, right? I mean that’s what being married was all about.

But now, Justin wasn’t in love with me. I’m sure he’d rather be with Amber. And because I loved him, I had to let him go and do what he wants, right? I have to divorce him, again, don’t I? But then what happens to Jayden? Does he have to bounce back and forth for the rest of his childhood, from Justin to me? Does Amber get to see him too? If I had any control over it, she wouldn’t.

I was so confused and all of these questions and scenarios were running through my foggy head. Now was not the time to be deciding the fate of my marriage and life. My mind agreed when it decided to start throbbing so I decided it was time to get up and fix my hangover.

First thing first, I had to do the job that I had neglected last night: being a mother. I called Hazel and Chase’s house to make sure everything was fine with Jayden. After much priding for information, Hazel finally told me that Jayden was still sleeping and could spend the day if I needed him to. I took her up on her offer and promised to pick him up by tonight.

After that, I made my way into the bathroom to take a few pain medications and jump in the shower, hoping it would calm me down and let me think rationally about the situation I was in. I knew I had to talk to Justin, sooner rather than later, but the thought made me sick to my stomach.

I put on some comfortable clothes and my glasses after I dried, not wanting to put much effort into my ensemble. My stomach grumbled from the results of drinking on an empty stomach and I walked out of the bedroom and maneuvered through the large house to the kitchen to find something for breakfast.

My efforts were halted when the doorbell rang. I closed the refrigerator door so I could go and answer the door. The person on the other side of it was the last person I would ever expect.

“Diane?” I asked, shocked, while opening up the door.

“Hello Blake. Long time no see.” Justin’s grandmother said sarcastically from the porch.

“Well yeah, the last time I saw you, you hated me.” I replied with my eyes still showing my shock expression.

“Blake, I don’t think you are right for my grandson. But you have married and have had a child together, so I think it’s safe to say that my opinion doesn’t matter here.” She retorted with a grimace.

“Then why are you here?” I asked, opening the door and letting her step inside.

“I’m not sure what came over me, but something inside of me told me to be the bigger person. I’m here to inform you of something, no matter how much it pains me to do it.”

“Why would you want to help me?” I asked cynically.

“Because despite my best efforts of riding you from Justin’s life you are still here. And I have a grandson that I’ve never met before. Because of my own stubbornness, I have had to miss out on so many opportunities. I finally found it in myself to suck it all up and come to share what I know. In return, I’d like chance to become a part of Justin and your lives.” She explained.

Justin and me? After what happened, I don’t know if there is a Justin and me.

“Ok, so what do you have to tell me?” I asked.

“Let me just say first that you have to listen to my whole story, not just write it all off as a lie. I can show you as much proof as you want or need, but you must give me the respect of your listening.” She said slowly. I saw a flash of guilt and remorse pass through her eyes before she cleared her throat and stood up straighter.

“Well, what is it? I promise to listen.” I replied.

“Amber Pence died last night.” She stated, the guilt and remorse in her eyes coming back.

“What?”

“One more thing. Amber Pence is also your sister.”