Love Mia, Love Jimmy

Chapter Three

Mia's POV

"Are you Milana Wilson?" The police officer asked me.

"I am officer. Is there a problem?"

"There's been an accident ma'am."

"What kind of accident? Is Jeb- is Jeb alright?"

"I'm sorry Mrs. Wilson."

I awake, drenched with sweat. Sailor's laying next to me, her sweet little face looks free of stress when she's sleeping. The face that looks like before Jeb left.

Still hurts like hell.

I roll over to check the time, 5:42 am. I have to be there by eight, which means 7:45ish and it's about a thirty minute train ride.. I really need to start looking for a place closer.

I heave myself out of bed and down the hall to the bathroom. Hunter's already gone, the evidence being his dirty towel and opened toothpaste container on the counter. Even as adults, he's still a messy slob. But I am so thankful that he is.

A little under thirty minutes later, I'm back in our bedroom, my dripping hair whisked away into a towel updo. No politician clothes, I remember Jimmy's words. I know, I know. I settle on jeans and a cardigan after another twenty minutes, figuring that would be okay for the first day, right? I braid my hair back, swipe some eyeshadow and mascara on, and my pearl necklace.

"Mama?"

"Go back to Bed Sailor, it's too early for you to be up."

"Mama." Her little fingers slip out over the covers and points to her bedside table. I walk over, seeing a bead bracelet, with the letters MAMA N SAILS surrounded by haphazard colored beads.

"I love it-" I look down at my girl, who's already fallen back asleep. I sit down quietly, just running my hands through her red hair. A mini me, I've got.

I slide the bracelet on my wrist and tiptoe out of the room, closing the door quietly behind me. Resa is already waiting for me in the kitchen, a cup of coffee in my spot at the kitchen table.

"I hope you didn't drink any of this," I tell her as I sit down. "Caffeine is not good for the baby."

"Says the one that pumped it into her with an IV during her pregnancy."

"Not true. Sailor came out, then I requested the coffee IV."

"Ah, my mistake," my sister in law chuckles at me. "You remind me so much of your brother sometimes."

"It's the twin thing, right?"

"Something else, I think." Resa gestures toward my wrist. "I see Sailor gave you her gift."

"I figured you helped her... I know she can spell but I didn't think she'd use an N instead of and."

"Hey, Mia.." Resa tilts her head to look at me, her smile tilted. "I just wanted to tell you how proud I am of you."

"Res-"

"For my niece. I know it hasn't been easy for you these past couple months, I know that. A part of your heart was taken away, but I've been watching you try to patch it up." I watch one tear slide down. "Our Jeb is shining down on you, Mia. Today and everyday."

Our Jeb. Have I told you how I met him? It's a doozy.

Teresa Cook and I were best friends as children, and she and my brother were eventually high school sweethearts. Resa had an older half brother from her mother. He was seven years older than us and he wore leather jackets and he never cut his hair and he drove this old Camaro that made all the girls swoon.