Part 33-There Are No Saints in This Land

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A/N: John is too funny and cute in the video above.  For anyone who doesn't already know, the title is taken from the song in question above, which is one of the coolest, grooviest tunes on BSSM. Also, I cleaned up some of the earlier chapters as there was a little too much filler and wordiness there, so if anyone wants to give those chapters another try, thank you! Wanted to get in another chapter before I have to move and start working all the time again :(

Ellie's POV

I feel better after being comforted by John. He's another angel. I can't believe I told him I love him, blurting my love (now past love) for another man at the same time. He must think I'm a freak of nature. He already knows what a nutcase I am from the current situation. I don't know whether I'll tell him of my feelings again, but they just came out of me.

I know that I have to call people about my surgery and hospitalization. I doubt they'll get that worried anyway, and certainly won't rush down here to help out. And that's fine. I just don't want them to freak out after the fact. I'm also not going to tell them that I had a nervous breakdown and John Frusciante had to save Sophie and me.

I call Aunt Linda, the nosiest and most neurotic of them. She lives in Oakland, and when we lived closer, I rarely saw her. She helped Sophia and me move into our old big house in 2016, but that's the last time we saw her.

Of course, Linda is her usual insensitive self. "Oh, no Ellie, I wish this had never happened. But.. where is this man who you were seeing? Why isn't he there with you?" she rattles on.

"I don't want to talk about it Linda, my friend John is here with us, and we're going to be fine. I just wanted to let you know, I have to go, OK? Happy.."

"Wait a minute, Ellie, is this your musician friend? This doesn't sound good," she sneers in her usual fashion. "And clearly, your daughter's father doesn't care. I wish you hadn't.."

I'm sick of her bullshit, so I cut her off, "Linda, I don't want to be rude, but I really need to go. Have a Happy Thanksgiving, OK?" I hang up the phone before she can say anything more.

The other calls are easier. Kerri scolds me for not having Sophia call her from the hospital, but is having a bunch of people over and seems preoccupied. She does seem a little psyched that John, instead of Greg, is here, but we really don't discuss the details much. Aunt Louise babbles to me about how she had a tubal pregnancy over 30 years ago but then got pregnant with her second child very quickly after because she had inherited my grandmother's fertility. I really fail to see how this is relevant.

Aunt Louise has always had the attitude that her shit don't stink. She inherited a bunch of money from her husband's parents. She's made several remarks about how "unfortunate" it is that I am a single mom who has gotten myself into trouble. Why can't rich people be kind and humble like John? Why can't more people be like John and Sophia in general? I also get the feeling that most of my Dad's Montana grown siblings and cousins aren't too pleased that Sophia is biracial. Being ¼ Irish along with the ¼ Mexican isn't good enough for them, it seems.

I head into my room and throw myself on the bed next to John, who is resting, but not asleep with the other John in the crook of his neck. He wraps an arm around me and I wrap my left arm around his chest. "Everything OK?" he asks, kissing me on the top of my head.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll be fine," I say. "I managed to limit taking to heart the judgment of my douchebag family. At least Kerri approves of your being here." He smiles. "Everyone else, though, I'm sick of their bullshit. I'll call Aaron in a bit. At least he might be more tolerant of me being an actual human being who makes mistakes."

John strokes my back and I lean against his chest. He's on the thin side, but I love his body. "I know exactly the type of people you speak of, Ellie. I've been there. But from what you tell me, they haven't taken any joy in life from their children or animals or anything at all really." He pauses. "I see how much joy you take in having Sophie as a daughter, and in this little one." He moves John onto his chest, and I reach up and scratch his cute little head. "It makes me happy to see that."

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