#3 somes

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a work of fiction. Nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing, in the next few chapters is anything I would ever wish to see or happen with any of the people portrayed in this. They are REAL PEOPLE, I know and what scenarios I am putting them in is just a means to an end for my story. Please do not send hate to my inbox. I know this is most unlikely to happen. 

I get JJ settled into her seat in the truck and climb in the front, taking my phone off bluetooth and calling Jay.

“I got her.”

“Thank god. Listen, I’m trying to get a flight home now. From the sounds of what the officer I spoke to earlier said, Dani is going to be in a lot of hot water. I’ve got to come home and handle the fallout from that.”

“Okay. See you when you get in. I love you,” I tell him although I’m wondering what he means by ‘fallout’.

“Love you too Drea. Give JJ and Jackson a kiss for me. I’ll try not to wake you up when I get home.”

I hang up and drive back to the house, parking in the garage and proceed to get the sleeping little girl out of her seat and into her bed hopefully without arousing her.

Kayla’s eyes widen when I walk in with JJ on my shoulder and I just smile as I head to the bedroom.

Thankfully JJ stays asleep as I tuck her in and I flick the night light on before leaving the room, making sure the door isn’t shut all the way, in case she were to wake up.

I walk back into the kitchen to find Kayla scrolling on her phone.

“Dang Ms. Murphy,” she says. “I didn’t know it was this bad.”

“What?” I asked, confused.

She turns her phone to show me an alert on her phone.

‘BREAKING NEWS: One Tree Hill alumni Danneel Ackles involved in a fatal collision. Drugs and booze suspected to be involved. Stay tuned as we will report more as it becomes available.’

‘Oh shit.’ I think to myself. ‘This is what Jensen meant about a fallout. Someone died! Fuck.’

“Kayla,” I begin, hoping to make her understand what I’m about to tell her. “I know this is all big news and all but I need to request your full reticence in this situation. Please do not speak a word to what you know. Promise me, please?”

“Of course. You don’t have to worry about that at all. I understand completely.”

“Okay, thank you,” I say as I reach into my wallet to pay her for her time, plus a little extra for the short notice.

The babysitter smiles at me as she accepts the payment and then turns to leave, opening the front door and walking out of it. 

I sigh as I turn the lock and head to my bed. I knew tomorrow was going to be insane, what with having two kids to take care of and the questions JJ will have about going to sleep at the hotel and waking up here.

It is still dark out when I woke up to movement in the room. I open my eyes and can barely make out Jay’s form.

“You made it,” I whisper as he crawls his now undressed body into the bed.

“Yea. Sorry I woke you honey.”

“It’s okay,” I tell him. “You find out any more?”

“Yea. Dani was with some guy named Marcus. I have no idea who he is or how she knows him. It doesn’t matter. They were in her car, he was driving. They hit another vehicle, a mini-van. A fucking family car. Thankfully it wasn’t full but still the driver was killed. 

“Drea, they’re saying both Dani and Marcus were high and intoxicated.” I could hear the break in his voice. “What was she doing out with someone like that? How could she be doing drugs when we have a daughter?”

I pull him to me in a hug. “I don’t know Jay. Let’s get some sleep and we’ll go over tomorrow and try to put the pieces together. Okay?”

He nods and lays his head on my chest, silently crying himself to sleep.

The next morning I wake up before anyone else. Jensen is still sleeping beside me, his back to me now. I can tell by the way he is breathing that he is having a fretful slumber.

I get up and get dressed before making my way to the kitchen to get the coffee pot started and figure out what to make for breakfast. I’m sure waking up in her room at her dad’s house is not how JJ thought her morning would be.

A little after I get the bacon sizzling I hear her footsteps as she comes into the room.

“Dea? Where is my Gmaw and Gigi?” 

Smiling at her nicknames for her grandparents, I scoop her up and sit her at the table. 

“Well, they had something they had to take care of, so I came and got you last night. Bacon and eggs okay?” I ask, hoping to change the subject.

Jackson’s cries come through the monitor as I am pouring the scrambled eggs onto her plate.

“Brodder!” JJ says with a smile.

“Yea, your brother is awake. Be a good girl and sit here and eat while I go get him, okay?”

“Yes ma’am.”

I peek into our bedroom as I pass by it and see that the bed is empty. The shower is running in the ensuite so I know Jay is awake and is showering, probably trying to procrastinate what he has to do today.

As I walk back into the kitchen, my phone rings. I place Jackson in his high chair and pour some Cheerios on the tray as I answer.

“Hello.”

“Oh my god Drea,” Gen exclaims. “I didn’t realize how bad it was going to be.”

“Yea Jay got in early this morning,” I tell her and watch as JJ is trying to show Jackson how to eat his cereal. Her head pops around and she looks at me wide-eyed at the mention of her father.

“Dad’s here?”

I nod and then sigh. “I hate this. He has to do all this by himself. God only knows what he’ll find out at the hospital. I don’t even know how Da-ahem- she is. He told me there was d-r-u-g-s involved.”

“What do you mean, do this by himself? Are you not going with him?”

“How Gen?” I ask. “I have JJ and  Jackson to take care of. He doesn’t need them to be there, they don't need to be there. It’s just a shitshow.”

“Bring the kids over, Drea. I’ll watch them for you. Jay does not need to be alone.”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.”

“Okay,” I concede. “I’ll discuss it with him and let you know.”

“M‘kay. Love you baby.”

“Love you too,” I respond and then mine and Jay’s conversation from a few nights ago come to mind. “Hey Dox?”

“Yea?”

“There is something you and I need to discuss once all this blows over,” I say. “It might just be what Jay needs to get back to normal.”

“Okay. I’ll be here. We can talk whenever you want.”

I hang up as Jensen walks in, headed straight for the coffee pot.

I wait until he has some caffeine in his system before I bring up going with him.

“Gen offered to watch the kids so I can go too,” I tell him after he greets Jackson and gets a huge hug and kiss from his daughter. “If you want that.”

The tension and stress in his shoulders waft away and I see him visibly relax. “God yes, please!”