Marriage with 'The Beast'

Chapter 40 ~ You're in good hands.

(A/N - Thank you for all the support! Please don't forget to vote and comment! I do read all of them, even if I do forget to reply! :) 
DrumRoll, please... I have a small announcement.... I might've also started working on a sequel! So far, I think it's going to have different characters but also a part of Sarah's family line. It might just have "the black dot" in the family. If you know what I mean...)

I drove home and instantly started packing. I picked up a carry-on bag and threw in three outfits, just in case. I added a couple of necessities before passing my parents' room where I found my mom and Vanessa sitting and talking. I walked in and explained what happened and where I was going while looking at the clock. It was starting to get late. 

"Just be careful, and keep me updated." Vanessa sighed grasping onto my hand, while my mom nodded. "Are you sure you don't want me or mom to come with you?" She added hesitantly. 

"No, of course not. I'll probably be back tomorrow. I just need to pick him up. No big deal. Plus there's so much going on here. I don't want either of you to miss anything more than I have to." I reassured them, seizing my bag. "Anyways I should be leaving." 

 "Okay, but Sarah, just listen to him, okay? This wouldn't be the first time there were misunderstandings between the two of you because of this ridiculous stubborn act you guys can't let go of."

I rolled my eyes, "mhmm." I replied sounding annoyed while leaving the room but knowing very well what she meant. 

I was just grabbing my cell phone and charger when I heard  Vanessa basically run into my room, mimicking her teenage self on my prom night. "There's a tall glass of hotness at the front door for you," she squealed. 

"Ha-ha," I muttered dryly before throwing in the last bit of things in my bag and heading out the room. Where to my surprise, stood Blake, Steve's son.

I hadn't seen him since the treadmill. Gosh, it felt like forever ago. 

"Blake?" I murmured under my breath.

"Oh hey," he started shyly, scratching the back of his neck. "Sorry for coming here like this, but Mrs. Wilson told me that you wanted to talk to my dad or something? But we were worried when we didn't get a call from you. So we just showed up." 

I sighed in disbelief and started to shake my head, "I can't believe that she would disturb you two like that. Yeah, I was going to call your dad, but then I got a sudden call and I have to leave. 

"Does it have something to do with Mason's whereabouts?" He asked, eyeing me. 

I opened my mouth to reply but didn't know whether or not to tell him. 

But I didn't get to think about it because Blake knew right away, "ah so it does." He noticed my carry on. "Is he not nearby?" 

He could see my hesitance, so there was no point in lying. "Yeah, he's in San Francisco. I'm taking the next flight there." 

He looked a little shocked but not as much as I'd expected and shrugged.

I scrunched up my face confusion, "has he done this before?" I asked.

"Well, not without telling anyone. But yeah he's left to San Fran for long weekends. Either way, I'll come with you." 

I tried to object, but Vanessa and mom showed up out of nowhere and took his side. "But last time you left on a flight without me, you came home with the news of being pregnant. Please, no more drama." My mom laughed. 

She was joking but I wasn't amused. Not the slightest. 

"Whatever," I muttered, stepping outside on the porch and finding the same obnoxiously large limo parked in the front again. "Can we go in my car?" I asked, trying not to look embarrassed next to the long vehicle.