At My Best

Chapter 101

**Jess POV**

I get out my phone and scroll down my contacts my finger hovers over the name I was unsure whether or not to follow Dom's advice.

I click his name and begin typing after about 10 tries I finally have the courage to type out a message that I wanted to send.

We need to talk, we need to be together through this, we both need support and we both know that nobody else understands what we are going through only the two of us do text me whenever you want to talk about stuff.

I press send and then go into the kitchen.

I hear my phone go off and go pick it up.

               We do need to talk you free?

I take a deep breath and then respond.

Yeah I'm free

                     Meet me at the park in 15

Okay.

I walk upstairs and begin to get dressed as I was still in sweats. Ab said she would look after the girls while I went to see him.

I kiss the girls goodbye and grab my keys.

I reach the park and look around to see if I can see Colson anywhere I then spot him on a bench.

I walk over and sit down on the bench beside him.

"Didn't think you was going to show," he says looking over at me.

"I was thinking of not coming but I guess I needed someone to talk to," he gets up and walks away. He comes back and give me a latte.

"Erm thanks," he nods then sits down next to me.

"I'm sorry," he says.

"You've already said that," he chuckles but repeats himself.

"I know but I'm sorry for a lot of things," I knew he was but it wouldn't change anything.

"How is she doing," I look at him.

"Not good she's getting worse day by day," he looks down.

"I'm sorry I haven't come to see her it's just you clearly didn't want me there and I didn't want to upset you," I nod

"It's fine," was it though?

"I want to be there for you and for the girls I need to be there," I need him there.

"How is that going to work Colson you live across the city now," he cuts me off.

"I was think maybe I could move back home stay in the spare room be there to help with the girls so that you aren't drained," I smile at him.

"What about Chantel," he sighs.

"She out my life if you let me back home," I look at him then nod.

"How bad is she," i look down at my hands

"Really bad she's in pain all the time, she's sick every second of the day, she looks so weak she doesn't look like the little girl I gave birth too," I say and a tear falls from my eye.

He takes me into his arms and lets me cry and he cries too.