Spark in the Dark

Chapter 145

"We're going to take care of each other," Shawn said and moved to press her lips to his.

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"Did you invite your sisters for tomorrow?" Juice asked once they arrive home that night.

"Gemma invited people," Shawn told him. "I'm not sure if she told them or not."

"You could call and invite them."

"Did you call your sister and invite her?"

"My sister would have to hop a plane to get here. It's a little different."

"Fawn and Dawn know we're together," Shawn said. "Does your sister even know I exist?"

"I haven't spoken to Rosita since I left Queens. It would be weird at this point to call her. You occasionally text your sisters, right?"

"Yeah, to make sure they're still alive. Look, I get that you're trying to help, but honestly, it's better if I don't invite them. Or know whether or not Gemma did. That way, if they don't show up, I won't be disappointed."

Juice nodded. "Okay, I'm sorry."

"Do you know why they call me princess?" Shawn asked after a moment. She had wanted to change the subject, but now that they were talking about Fawn and Dawn, she wanted to get it all off her chest. Juice shook his head. "They started that when we were all still pretty young. It's because Cinderella was a princess with an evil step mother and sisters. They knew they treated me like shit and didn't care. They were proud of it even."

Juice saw Shawn's eyes looked teary and stepped closer to hold her. He had known she didn't get along with her sisters, bu never saw how much it hurt Shawn. "Why do you even bother with them? Why text them or call them at all?"

"I'd love to have a regular relationship with them. They always had that with each other and I was left out. I guess I call them because I think one day that will change." Juice kissed her forehead and held her a little longer. She pulled away eventually and wiped at her eyes. "I'm fine. It's just baby hormones. What do you want to do for dinner tonight?"

"Actually," Juice started, but a knock at the door interrupted him. "Wow, that's amazing timing."

"Who's that?"

Juice grinned and went to open the front door. Lyla stepped in and looked at Juice annoyed.

"What are you still doing here?" She asked him and looked at Shawn. "What is he still doing here?"

"He lives here?"

"I told him he needed to be out by now. We have shit to do."

"I'm going, I'm going," Juice laughed and headed for the stairs. "Let me just throw some shit in a bag."

"I'll let you know when you can come back in the morning," Lyla told him.

"Morning?" Shawn asked. "He's not coming back tonight?"

"No, he is not. You and me are sleeping here and then heading to Gemma's dad's in the morning. He is not allowed to see you before the wedding. It's bad luck. Opie saw me before our wedding and look what happened to us."

Shawn thought for a moment. "No offense, but that's a really good point."

"Mm hmm. Besides, we're going to have fun tonight. We're pretend we're in high school and having a sleep over."

"You're insane, but I love you," Shawn laughed.

Juice came back down the stairs with his backpack. He dropped it near Shawn's feet. He took her face into his hands and kissed her. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Okay," Shawn smiled. Juice looked like he was waiting for her to say more. "Oh, is this the part where I say that tacky line about being the one in white?"

"Yes," Juice complained.

"Yeah, not going to happen. If you don't know which one I am, we're going to have a problem."

Juice laughed. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

Juice kissed her one more time before looking at Lyla. "Take care of her."

"Will do," Lyla said and Juice left. Shawn looked at Lyla expectantly. "So, I brought all my favorite porns you produced on DVD for us to watch as entertainment."

"Seriously?"

"Yes. And since your groom is from New York, I have black and white cookies and a New York style pizza that should be delivered any minute."

"As long as the delivery guy doesn't start taking his clothes off," Shawn warned.

Lyla's eyes widened. "You wouldn't be into that?"

"Uh, no."

"I need to make a phone call."