Author's note: Break over. Couldn't stay away. Normally my boyfriend would distract me from writing but since that's over, writing is all I can do. This story will end soon and I will soon put up character pictures for another story i'm writing after this. Well....enjoy this guys!! Love you!!
Chapter 27: Deeply in love
When I got off work, I went home and took a shower. I know my dad didn't like Tristan and didn't want to bring him to their house but we needed to get this shit settled right now.
When Tristan came home, he took his jacket off and kissed me. "What's wrong? You look upset."
"We're going to my parent's house."
"Who is 'we'?"
"We are 'we'." I said.
"If your dad doesn't give a fuck about me, why would I go there?"
"Because I said so now get ready. We're leaving in like twenty minutes."
His eyebrows pulled together. "Are you ordering me around?"
"I'm ordering you around. Let's go..."
Tristan smirked making me melt.
"And If I refuse?"
"No sex for 3 months." I said. Tristan's eyes grew wide. I smiled at him.
"No. You can't just take that from me, Jenna. That's mine. You are mine." He said. I shrugged and smiled.
"Fine. I'll go." He said grumbling. I smiled and kissed him. "And don't forget, you still have to go apologize to Lindsey."
"Yeah, yeah, I know."
We left the house and went to my parent's house. I was kind of nervous. But my nerves calmed when I saw my dad relaxed when we walked in the house.
"Hi, dad." I said. He smiled back and stood up from his chair. "Hi, baby girl." He brought me into his arms and hugged me. I felt good being in his arms.
When he pulled back, he looked to Tristan and nodded once. "Tristan."
Tristan nodded back.
I rolled my eyes.
Maybe I should leave them alone to see my mother. Hopefully they find an interesting topic to talk about. My mom is in the door way staring at Tristan. I walked over to her and stood beside her while looking at Tristan.
"Mom, can you please stop eye fucking my husband? You have your own." I remind her. She looked at me with a small smile.
"Sorry. I can't help it. He's so good looking."
"Well I prefer you call him that over sexy. His ex is still in love with him."
"Does he have feelings for her?"
"He gets disgusted when her name comes up. She's a pathetic blonde but…some part of me feels sorry for her. To be rejected repeatedly by someone I'm in love with. That'll just break me in half."
My mom nods and motions for me to follow her.
We walk into the kitchen and I sit in a chair as she goes to the fridge. "Are you and him okay?"
I nod. For the most part.
"What about you and dad?"
A smile appears on her face as she blushes. "Things are going amazing with Shane."
I shake my head.
"Sorry. Too personal?"
I nod and she sends me an apologetic smile.
"When…..dad first brought you to that house, how did you feel?" I asked.
Her smile disappears and she lets out a sigh as she looks down to the floor. "I've never been so terrified. It took me a while to accept the fact that there was no getting out. But…..Shane became in love with me and he just became warm. And I loved that. I still do. This may sound crazy but him kidnapping me is the best thing that's ever happened to me."
I couldn't imagine being kidnapped and raped. I didn't even want that thought in my head.
"Tristan's love is different. I don't know. Sometimes he shows it and other times it's there but his anger overshadows it."
"He's angry a lot?"
"Not a lot. He's just serious a lot. He's cocky, annoying, intimidating and just controlling and manipulative."
"Well honey, he just sounds…..human."
"I guess so."
"I'm only nineteen."
"Yeah but you'll be twenty in like five more hours."
"It will be a mistake to have kids at age twenty."
I prop my feet up on the chair across from me.
"So…birthday sex?" She asked changing the subject. I blush deeply. Really mom? Is that your business?
"Mom." I groan.
She shrugged. "Nothing to be ashamed about. Me and your dad-"
I shake my head. "Nope. I don't want to know."
She smiles and gets a pitcher of lemonade out and two glasses.
"Does dad do….crazy things? Like….just….odd things?"
"Besides kidnapping me, how much odder could he be?"
She had a point.
She looked at me. "Did Tristan do something….odd that me or Shane should know about?"
If I told my mom about the birth control pills and him trying to get me pregnant then she'll tell my dad and my dad will come back out with a steyr GB. That was the last fucking thing I wanted.
I shook my head and she got out a third glass as Tristan entered the room with my dad. I glanced nervously at dad and then looked to Tristan who looked….normal. Good. That means he didn't receive a lecture from the first most important man in my life.
"What did you two talk about?" I asked.
Tristan smirked. "Nothing much." He answered.
What did that mean?
"Jenna, can I talk to you for a second?" My dad asked. I nodded and got up to follow him into the living room.
He turned to me and sighed. "I am so sorry for not coming to your wedding, baby."
I shook my head. "No, dad, its fine. I know why."
He smiles and then slowly frowns.
"I guess the kid is okay. I just…..I don't want you to go through unnecessary pain, Jenna. I put Haley through that shit and I regret it. But at the same time, I'm happy I did. I fell in love with her the second I met her.
You shouldn't have to be a prisoner or anything in your relationship is what my point is."
I smiled. I love when my dad was protective over me. "Me and Tristan are great. He's happy. I'm happy. Okay?" I asked. He nodded slowly.
"I guess the kid is okay. He has good taste in sports."
"Tristan? Sports?" I asked. He nodded. I rolled my eyes. Boys will be boys. Well….men will be men.
Tristan came into the room and smiled. "Cooking tonight or are we going out to eat?"
"I'll cook." I said.
"Well come over tomorrow and of course Haley will bring a cake." He said smiling.
I hug my dad and then my mom.
Mom hugged Tristan a little longer than necessary and I just smiled and rolled my eyes.
"So what do you want for your birthday?" Tristan asked as we got into the car.
"I have my family, you, my friends. I'm perfectly happy."
"So you don't want me to make love to you at midnight. Okay." He said as he sat back in his seat.
"Now, I didn't say all that."
He looks at me and grins.
When we got home, I made us some spaghetti and afterwards, we got into the tub and stayed until midnight.
When we got out, we went back to the bedroom and Tristan dimmed the lights as I got on the bed. I stared at him taking in his perfect figure and his perfect figure.
He got on the bed with me and kissed me while taking my towel off and throwing it on the floor.
I took the towel from around his waist and threw it on the floor next to mine. "You're mine." He whispered. I nodded and kissed him.
We made love slowly just like on our wedding night.
But that time had more meaning to it.
He smiles at me. His blue eyes twinkling. "Happy birthday." He whispers and kisses me.
I smile at him and he lays his head on my chest. I run my fingers through his hair.
"What?" I asked.
"I'm just thinking about what I would be doing right now if I never would have met you."
"I'd probably on my laptop writing or watching TV while eating popcorn and Cheetos."
"I'd probably be sleep." He said. I laughed and he looked at me.
"Has your life become more difficult with me here?"
He shook his head. "It was difficult before. Before you came along, I was going on a major mission."
"Finding my dad." He answered. He seemed distracted as he said this. He was looking at me but it seemed like he was seeing something else.
"I would like to meet him."
"Yeah. I want him to meet you too. I have some people searching for him. They haven't found anything yet."
"You think because of the fact that your parents put you up for adoption that's the reason you're…"
"Fucked up? I don't see any other explanation." He said shrugging.
"You're not fucked..."
"Sweetheart, you must not know me very well if you don't have even the slightest clue of how fucked up I am."
"I'm emotionally damaged."
"Then why did you marry me?" I asked.
He leaned up to kiss me. "Because somehow, I fell in love with you."
"Somehow?" I asked smiling.
Tristan sat up and then laid down beside me. I then laid down on his chest. "I thought…after Clementine, maybe I didn't love her because….I didn't have a heart."
"You really thought that?"
He shrugged, "You've proven me wrong, Jenna."
"You're not the only fucked up person on the planet. And it's not your fault why you're…"
"A prick? Yeah, I know."
Tristan nodded. "I know. It's okay. I seriously agree with you."
"Okay, you are a prick."
"Thanks for admitting it. You should be use to it by now."
"Nate, Sean and Carl wants to meet at this new club."
"Cool. Good thing I'm not pregnant, I want to get drunk on my birthday." Tristan kissed the top of my head.