As I turn to leave, Jake sees me and calls out my name.

I turn back and wait for him. He puts his weights down and starts walking over, but not before a more than stunning blond stands up to block his path. Great.

He almost crashes into her, and has to hold her up, one hand on her arm, the other on her waist.

“Woah,” he says, “are you all right?”

I see her eyes widen when she hears him speak, his deep manly voice, his accent.

She puts a hand on his chest, rubs up against his side and goes on her tip toes to whisper in his hear. She’s tiny, so he as to bend down to hear what she’s saying.

After a couple of seconds his eyes widen and he raises his eyes to look at me, head still bent to listen to whatever Slutbag has to say. I few seconds later, which feel like fricken hours, Slutbag straightens up and hands him a piece of paper.

Her phone number.

Of course.

He takes it with a nod and puts it in his pocket.

My heart drops to the floor into a pool of my idiotic childish jealousy.

I can’t stand to see any more and I’m sure the lump in my throat is a sign that soon, I will burst into tears. And if I do, when I do, I sure as hell don’t want it to be here.

I’m heading to the exit when I hear him yell my name, asking me to wait.

But I don’t.

I can’t have him see me like this.

I walk faster to the room until he catches up to me. He calls my name again, but I don’t turn around.

“Kayla!” he grunts, grabbing my arm and forcing me to turn and face him.

He takes in my face. “Hey… what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” I spit out and cross my arms, like a 6 year old brat. I stare daggers into him.

A huge smile slowly creeps on his face, he straightens up, crosses his arms over his chest, and winks at me.

Fricken Winks.

“What are you smiling about?” I almost yell.

“You’re jealous,” he says, matter of fact. Huge shit eating grin smeared all over his beautifully smug ass of a face.

“I am not.” Brat.

“Are so.” He nods.

“Am not.” I stomp my foot. Brat. Brat. Brat. “I have no reason to be.” I can’t help the pout that develops.

“Yeah you do,” he states, putting his arm around me and turning us to walk back to our room.

I look up at him with a question on my face.

He looks down and kisses my forehead.

“Why should I be jealous?” I ask.

He shrugs once. “Because I’m your Jake,” he smiles, “and you’re my Kayla,” he says, as he fishes in his pocket and throws the piece of paper in the trash.

He’s my Jake. And I’m his Kayla.

I like it.

I more than a lot like it, so much more than a lot.

Chapter 22

*Jake*

When we get back home the house is empty, so we decide to crash in my bed for a few hours.

By the time we wake up, it’s early evening and we can hear chatting going on downstairs.

I slowly peel Kayla off me and start to stretch out, when I sit up, I almost shit myself.

Julie is sitting cross legged on the end of my bed watching us.

“Holy shit, Ju-ju.” I place my hand on my heart. “What the fu… I mean, how long have you been sitting there?”

Kayla is awake now and sitting up next to me, sleepy Bambi eyes and hair all messed up.

Shit, she’s hot.

I look back to Julie, who’s still staring at us.

“Are you guys married?” she asks.

“What?” I answer, exasperated by her presence.

“My friend Michelle, her dads sleep in a bed together. She says they’re sad because they can’t get married, are you guys married?”

What the fuck? I look to Kayla. She’s got a shocked, panic look.

“What are you saying, Ju?” I ask her.

“Well, you and Kayla do everything together, you can get married. Michelle’s dads can’t get married, so why do they do everything together?”

I don’t know what the fuck to say. I look to Kayla for help.

She smiles at Julie, “Because they’re in love, just like your Mommy and Daddy.”

Julie thinks for a second, then shrugs, “Cool, you guys wanna play ‘garage band’?”

I blow out a huge breath I didn’t know I was holding. “Sure, go set it up, I’ll be down in a minute.”

Once she leaves the room I flop back down onto the pillows.

“Jesus Christ,” I breath out. Kayla looks down at me from her sitting position. “Crisis averted, thanks to you,” I tell her.

She chuckles under her breath.

I grab her by the waist and pull her back down to me for one more quick cuddle before we make our way downstairs.

After an hour of ‘garage band’, which Kayla rocks, by the way, Mom calls us for dinner.

We eat dinner, answering questions about our weekend and the wedding. Julie, apparently did really well at her dance recital. Mom spent a bit of time at Kayla’s house, well, her old house, gathering her personal things.

Once dinner is done, Mom gets up and plops an entire apple pie in front of me, the whole thing. I stare at her curiously, but she continues to dish out other items around the table. Kayla has a bunch of desert bowls, Julie has napkins, Dad has silverware and Mom has a gigantic tub of ice cream.

What the hell?

“We’re going to have a picnic, kids.” Dad says standing up. I look around me. Julie is beaming and Kayla just shrugs.