This past Saturday, Megan and Rebel went with Kendall and Mattie to some fucking spa. Bunny wanted to go, but Digger pitched a fucking fit at having to look after their kids. From what Christopher heard, Mort and Kaleb relieved Bunny and she got to the spa late. CJ spent the day with Rory, JJ, Lou, Mark JB, and Devon. Christopher andDiesel kicked it in the man cave, teaching the Triplets how to play poker.
During dinner that night, Christopher teased Megan and Reb about spending the day soaked in mud and yogurt. “If you need to relax, baby, hit a fat boy. We can dig mud for you, buy a case of yogurt, and that’s fuckin’ that.”
They’d all laughed.
Megan relaxed a little more. “It was clay. Thank you very much. They’d run out of mud,” she’d teased. “And I don’t smoke weed.”
It was pre-fuckup banter. Pre-November 23rd. Pre-Torie.
They’d even spent time with their kids in the den.Laughing. Dancing.
Loving.
Like normal,the kids trooped out to do their own thing after an hour. CJ and Rebel promised to keep an eye on Gunner. Diesel went for a swim with Rule and the Triplets in the natatorium. Christopher and Megan remained in the den, cuddling and talking.
Like old times.
They’d discussed the Mardi Gras ball, the chandelier that she wanted for the foyer, the reports of Torie’s house exploding. Together, they decided Christopher needed to visit D. Elliot. He’d been on the news in tears. He thought Torie died in the house. Preliminary details were that a gas leak led to the blast.
That would be the fucking final report, too. Nothing would tie Christopher to her death. He’d spent half of Sunday making sure of that.
Then, he and Megan visited Jo. His heart hurt as he’d held his sweet baby. The offer to place her for adoption haunted him. Even as he said the words, he feared Megan’s agreement. She just wasn’t present with Jo. Torie’s involvement with the baby as a reason made sense. Megan had her own crosses to bear,including Torie’s taunts and tortuous texts and phone calls.
Christopher loved Jo so very much. Whether they raised her didn’t matter. He’dalwayslove his baby. As her father, it was his responsibility to choose what was best for her. He’d never pretended to be selfless enough to put his kids before his wife. That just made his crime of prioritizing another woman’s child over his girl even more fucked up. Despite his deep regret, he couldn’t change his decisions. And he couldn’t change his fervency to do whatever Megan wanted to make his behavior up to her.
If Megan couldn’t be the same type of ma to Jo that she was to their other children, then Christopher didn’t want his daughter to suffer. She deserved a ma who loved and nurtured her. He still wasn’t sure Megan could do it.
Beyond her normal bedrest and minimal activity, her pregnancy was fraught with Rebel’s bitchery. Megan couldn’t focus on the daughter inside her because the one already here took resentfulness to another fucking level. Megan couldn’t celebrate Jo’s impending arrival as she wanted to because she didn’t want to send Rebel further over the edge.
Christopher had been all for locking Rebel in her room until she got some fucking sense.
Megan’s detachment from Jo began during her pregnancy because of Rebel’s resistance. The days it took her to recover further damaged any bond Megan could’ve immediately formed with Jo. Once she awakened, she had to reassure Christopher, their kids, their extended family, club members,fuckaliens in outer fucking space, that she was fine. On top of that, not only was Johnnie fucking with her, Christopher and CJ were pressuring her into having a hysterectomy and berating her for her hesitancy.
Was it any wonder she couldn’t bond with Jo? Was it so shocking that she’d not only lostherselfin this fuckery, buthissweet angel?
If Megan didn’t want Jo, his baby would be better off with another family whowouldwant her.Christopherwanted her. He didn’t fucking fool himself, though, and pretend he was willing to walk away fromMeganfor the sake of Jo. He’d be a lying motherfucker if he claimed he wouldn’t grow to resent his daughter if he chose to raise her, and Megan left him. If they put Jo up for adoption, he’d always hold her in his heart, but he’d never hate on Megan for the solutionhecame up with.
If raising their daughter was best for Megan, Jo would stay. If putting her up for adoption was best for Megan, Jo would go.
Christopher hoped his baby stayed.
The door opened, and D. Elliot walked in. Unlike the happy-go-lucky motherfucker he usually was, his eyes were red rimmed and puffy, and his face was haggard.
“Outlaw,” he greeted, lumbering forward as if it were a struggle to stand or to move. “Mrs. Harrington said you needed to see me.”
Christopher unfolded his arms and nodded to the chair across from him. “Sit.”
Tears rushed to the waiter’s eyes, and he blinked, averting his gaze. “I’d prefer to stand.”
“How your boy?”
“Devastated.”
Instead of the remorse he thought he’d feel at the trauma the young boy must be going through, Christopher didn’t care about Torie’s death. No matter who was affected.Shehadn’t given a fuck.
“I ain’t fucked your woman.”
Might as well get to one of the points. With the games that bitch played, Christopherknewsheprobably used her fake fucking photo to not only fuck with his woman but her motherfucker.
