Page 92 of Please Remember

"You're not drunk, right?" I ask when we part.

Karla laughs. Actually laughs. I've never seen it before, and she shakes her head. "No, I'm not drunk. I'm just... letting things go. Mydaughter has always known what she wants, and she goes after it. My opinion hasn't mattered since she was eight years old, and it's been really difficult for me to accept. But I'm accepting it because I don't want to lose my daughter while she's still here in front of me."

"Hey, is everything okay?" Allie asks, stepping outside. "You've been out here a long time, and I wanted to make sure no one killed anyone."

Holding my arm out, I wave her over. She wraps her arms around my waist, and I pull her tightly against me. "Your mom wants to pay for the wedding."

"Wait," she says. "The weddingwewant, or the weddingyouwant?"

"I'd like a few accommodations made out of tradition for our family, but it'll be your wedding, Allie," Karla says. "I also needed to apologize to Jackson."

"Are you drunk?"

I laugh, and again, so does Karla. "No, dear, I'm not drunk."

"Mom, you laughed," Allie says, pulling away from me. "Are you okay? Are you on medication? Did you hit your head today?"

"I lost you, Allison," she says, her voice barely a whisper. "For the longest time, I felt like I lost you to Jackson, but when I really lost you, I had to face a few truths. I don't want lose you again."

"You never lost me when I started dating Jax, Mom. You pushed me away because you didn't agree with my decisions."

She wraps her arms around herself in a hug. "They're your decisions to make, sweetheart. I'll respect them. But I cannot hold my tongue if I think you're making a mistake. I have not grown that much."

"We want your opinion as long as you accept that we may not agree with it," I say.

"I think that's fair," she says. "I love you, Allie. You're my little girl. And I'm glad you found a man who will drop everything for you. Nevergive up on you. Now, I better get back inside to your father before he's converted to whatever it is your friends will convince him of."

Allie turns after her mother walks inside, her mouth agape. "What the hell was that?"

"Hell freezing over?" I offer. "I think she might be turning over a new leaf."

Taking my hand, Allie leads me around the corner of the building and into the shadows. "I can't wait."

"Can't wait for what?" I ask as her fingers work on my jeans.

The moment my cock hits the air, it stands at attention while she hikes up her skirt and slips off her panties. "Take me."

Picking her up, I press her back against the concrete surface of the building, and I slide into her. "You're soaking."

"I love you, Jax," she says, her eyes locking with mine in the dim light. "We don't have much time."

"Good thing I know how to get us both off in record time," I smirk as I thrust, making her moan.

Epilogue

Laura /Natalie

"How long have I been here?" I ask Dr. Victor.

Nothing in this place feels familiar, and I’m wearing strange clothes. A hospital gown, I think. Was I in an accident?

"What's the last thing you remember, Laura?" the redhead asks.

Today, her hair is down in perfect curls around her shoulders. She still looks like she should be checking out books in a library, not conducting psychological evaluations.

"I remember being in the interrogation room with the two detectives who tried to tell me I hurt Allie and Ms. Moran. Did I get sedated? Is that how I ended up here?"

"Laura, that interview was over eight months ago."

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