by K. B. Webb
Everyone laughs and Jasmine runs to hug Jason. After a few more minutes of talking to everyone the DJ asks for the CD with the song for our first dance on it remembering I left the CD in my truck, I step outside to get it.
I see Wynee sitting in her car which is parked next to my truck. Her hands are covering her face and she’s resting her head on her steering wheel. When I knock on her window she jumps. I wave for her to get out of the car.
She grabs her purse and steps out. She’s got black stuff smeared all over her eyes and she’s crying so hard that she can’t breathe.
I step over to my truck and lower the tailgate so she can sit down.
“Hey, hey, Wynee what’s wrong?”
She continues to cry, not answering me. I have known Wynee for most of her life and I have only seen her get this emotional on one other occasion, when Colt died.
“Wynee, you’re scaring the shit out of me. Do you want me to go get Molly or Justin?”
“No! You can’t go get them. Please.”
“Fine. I won’t but you have to talk to me.”
She starts taking deep breaths and eventually calms down.
“Justin cheated on me.”
“I’m gonna fucking kill him.” I start to walk back in the bar but Wynee stops me.
“No, don’t! It was almost 3 years ago. He told me about it the day after it happened.”
“Does Molly know?”
She shakes her head and looks at the ground. “No, I never told her.”
“Why the hell not?” Molly and Wynee have always told each other everything so this catches me off guard.
“I just didn’t. I thought it was something Justin and I needed to deal with on our own and we did. I forgave him. We moved on. Everything was perfect, until yesterday.” I don’t speak as she lights herself a cigarette and takes a few drags. “Yesterday morning a lady from Child Protective Services showed up at our door. Three days ago Shauna, the girl that Justin cheated on me with, overdosed.”
“Ok, that’s terrible, but what does that have to do with y’all?”
“She had a son. He was at daycare and when she didn’t pick him up the daycare center sent someone to check on her. She was dead when they got there and had left a note. In the note she said that Justin was her son’s dad but he had had never known she was even pregnant.” She swallows hard and looks up at me. “Justin has a kid. We have to wait for the DNA results to come back, but I’ve seen pictures of him, and he look just like Justin. His name is Cayden, he just turned two, and he’s adorable. Shauna had no family.”
I’m trying to wrap my head around everything Wynee is saying, but it’s a lot to take in.
“So, what does this all mean?”
Wynee starts to cry again, “It means Justin has a son and soon he will be living with us. It means I can’t hide the fact that Justin cheated on me anymore. It means that I’m expected to raise a little boy, and I don’t know if I can do that. I love Justin so much Ryan and I don’t want to lose him but I don’t know if I’m ready to be a mom to a little boy who’s not mine and already had a mom. What the hell am I gonna do?”
I do the only thing I can think to do, I wrap Wynee in a hug and let her cry into my shirt, “It’s gonna be ok. You’re going to be ok.”
I’m lying and I know it.
I don’t know if everything is going to be ok.
I don’t know if Wynee and Justin can survive this.
Honestly, I don’t know what the fuck is going to happen next.
My hubby, Ty. I fucking love you. Thank you for being supportive and kicking my ass in gear on many occasions.
My hellions, Mia and Avery. You two will always be my greatest accomplishments. I love you both more than you’ll ever know.
To my constant support team: Keitha, Jen, Paige, Mikey, Hannah, Aunt Johnene, Whitney, Emily, Paula, Kelsey. Thank you all so much for continuing to support me every step of the way on this journey. Thank you for encouraging me when I wanted to give up. I am forever grateful to each of you.
Mom. Linda Gail, without you there would be no book. Without you pushing me and supporting me I would have never been able to write anything. Thank you and if I don’t say it enough, I love you.
Olivia. Without you I would be completely lost. Thank you for pushing me and supporting me.
Author Brooke Cumberland. My twisted sister. Thank you for listening to be bitch and complain about not just book related things, but everyday life. Thank you for getting my sense of humor and making me laugh on a daily basis. Thank you for your Tumblr inspiration texts. Just thank you for being my friend. No matter what you have going on you always make it a point to help me with anything I need and I am so grateful for that.
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Other Works by K.B. Webb
Reflect Me Series
Reflect Me, Book #1, Available Now
Follow You Down, Book #2, Available Now
Heartbreak Warfare, Book #3, Available Now
Poison and Wine, Book #4 Late Winter/Early Spring 2015