**Jessica's P.O.V.**
The doorbell rang and I just stood at the top of the stairs,burning holes
into the door with my eyes. Justin walks past me, but stops and looks up at me "Breath babe,I've got you." Those five words calm my hammering heart,but my stomach is still doing the milly rock and I feel like I'm going to throw up. Just act natural and pretend that they don't phase you. Don't snap and don't submit. Just. Act. Natural.
"Goodness if you move any slower I'll be dead before we even get to see the French Quarter and don't forget to grab my beauty bag!" Here goes nothing.
**Justin's P.O.V.**
I decide to answer the door so Jess doesn't have to. When I leave our bedroom I see her standing at the top of the stairs,staring off into space. On my way down I assure her that I'm here for her. The second I step outside I hear the loud fussing which makes me wish I would've closed the front door so Jessica wouldn't have to hear them. "Stop rushing me woman! Instead of bitching just grab a damn bag!" As usual Thomas is bickering with Sandra. "Hush you old ass,you're about as useful as a penny with a hole in it! Oh hi Justin,wonderful to see you again." I just nod in her direction and help Thomas with the bags. "Hey son--", before he can finish that sentence I glare at him and he pauses for a moment. "I mean,um , hello Justin." "Hi Thomas." Once we grab all of the bags I show them to the guest room downstairs and if course Sandra has something to say. "A little small isn't it?" "Well I guess it's a good thing you won't be here for long." She clears her throat but doesn't say anything else. "What's for dinner,son?" He's testing me. "There's a McDonald's right next door in Mississippi,if you leave now you'll get there before it closes." Before he can say anything I hear a throat clear and I look toward the door to see Jessica standing there with a blank expression. "I'm going to cook,dinner should be ready in about an hour and a half." She leaves just as quickly as she came. It's going to be a long night.
**Jessica's P.O.V. **
As I get busy making dinner I find myself thinking about the past. As I think about the past I start to get angry,but it isn't until I feel Justin wrap his arms around me a pull me away from the kitchen counter that I realize how dazed I was. "Baby,are you okay?",he asks me in a hushed tone. I turn around in his arms and smile. "Of course I am,why do you ask?" He gives me a knowing look and says "Because if you mash those potatoes any harder they are going to start bleeding." I couldn't help but laugh. "Atleast they'll be extra creamy. I'm fine though,honestly. I just needed to mash a little stress away but I'm good now." He gives me a quick kiss on the lips and pulls away. "Well maybe they'll be so good that your moma won't speak." I chuckle as he leaves the kitchen and I slip back into solitude. "JESSICA!!!!" Well,so much for solitude.
Jessica's moma in the multimedia. Her name is Sandra. Stay tuned for more.
