Chapter 245
#Chapter 245 – Girl’s Night
About an hourter Delia and Emma pull up to the cabin, Delia shrieking and running for me as soon
as the car is in park. I throw my arms around my bestie as soon as she pounds up the stairs to the
cabin,ughing as she mumbles greetings into my hair. My sister takes a more sedate approach,
carrying the pizzas, though her smile is just as big.
“Come in,e in!” I say, waving everyone into the house. Alvin runs for his aunties, giving them big
hugs and kisses, while Bridgette hangs back a little, shy. The three have met, of course, but not in such
a casual setting. I give her a wink, knowing that she’ll like them. And if Bridgette needs anything right
now, it’s certainly some girlfriends.
Emma ces the pizzas down on the table, chattering happily to Alvin, while Delia takes arge bottle
of wine out of her purse and sets it on the table. As she goes to open it, though, Alvin lets out a little
shriek of protest.
“What,” Delia asks, looking between me and my son. “What did I do?”
I just shrug, looking to Alvin.
“I am the butler!” Alvin says, marching over to her. “That is my job!”
Deliaughs, stepping away from the bottle of wine and holding the wine opener out. “Have at it, little
man,” she says, smirking. “I’ll take a butler any day of the week.”
Alvin snatches the wine opener out of her hand and climbs up on a chair, his face very haughty and
confident. But, when confronted with the bottle of wine itself, his face falls a little.
“Mama?” he asks, looking up to me for help.
I hide my amusement and just shrug. “Butlers figure it out, kid,” I say, giving him a wink and herding the
ladies into the living room, taking the pizza boxes as I go.
Delia resists a little as I nudge her forward. “Is he going to be able to figure that out?” she whispers,
looking back at Alvin unfolding the corkscrew and looking at it with confusion. “I really want a ss…”
“He’s a genius,” I respond with a shrug. “So, maybe. Give him a chance.”
She sighs and flops down on the couch next to Emma, taking her hand. Bridgette settles into an arm
chair across from us and I plop down on the floor next to the coffee table, opening the pizza and
handing slices around. Everyone begins to eat and talk together, and there’s instant camaraderie.
I keep an eye on Bridgette as we chat, careful to keep the conversation away from her for the time
being until she grows morefortable. Instead, I tell all three about our time in the forest – about the
magic, and meeting the wise woman, and our healing. Of course, some details I keep to myself, but it
takes awhile to tell anyway.
About half way through my telling Alvin does indeed deliver us our sses of wine, a few pieces of cork
floating in each. I smile at him, proud of my boy for figuring it out, and ce an order for a creative
desert to give him something to do. He dashes back into the kitchen, eager to see what he can find.
“That sounds incredible, Evelyn,” Emma says, shaking her head at me and running her finger along the
edge of the wine ss. “Astral mates. Who ever would have thought it was a thing.”
“I know,” I say, grinning. “Honestly it puts my heart at ease. I had this nagging hesitation that he would
never be as attracted to me as he was to Amelia but, as it turns out,” I shrug, “I had him the whole
time.”
“Lucky girl,” Emma says, shaking her head and ncing at Delia. “So few people ever find their mates,
let alone their astral mate.”
“Is it possible?” Bridgette begins, curious, and speaking her question as she thinks it, “for lesbians to be
mated?”
The room goes a little quiet and Bridgette gasps, blushing and covering her mouth with her hand. I
think she realizes all at once that Delia and Emma had never really confirmed to her that they were
together, or, indeed, that they identify as lesbians. I c**k my head and raise my eyebrows at Delia,
letting her handle this one.
“It’s okay, Bridgette,” Delia says, giving her a big smile. “I’m actually bisexual, though Emma here,” she
gives her girlfriend a big smile, “is a lesbian. And yes, it’s possible for women to be mated to each other
– it’s not a strictly biological function.”
“No mating bond has snapped into ce between us,” Emma picks up. “But that doesn’t mean it won’t.
And it doesn’t mean that we won’t love each other if we doesn’t.”
“What about you, Bridgette,” Emma asks, turning her head to the side and looking at her fondly. “Have
you ever felt anything close to a mating bond with anyone?”
“No,” she says, looking down at her nearly-empty wine ss and shaking her head. “I mean, I loved
Rafe a lot. But…nothing ever snapped into ce between us. Like, I’d have felt it, right?”
“Maybe,” I say, giving a little shrug. “Some people say they feel it. I personally did not, though…” I
nce at Emma, wondering if it’s an awkward topic for her, “well, I met Victor on an evening when I
was having a lot ofplicated emotions. So I may have missed it.”
Emma looks away for a moment, but doesn’t say anything. But when she looks back at me I give her a
little smile. It’s water under the bridge for me, and I hope it is for her too.
“Butler!” I call, breaking the semi-awkward silence. “We need refills on this wine!” I call, though my
ss is still mostly full – I’ve only taken a sip or two.
“On it!” he calls back, and I hear his little feet scurrying in the kitchen.
“Bridgette,” Delia says, leaning forward a little. “What’s going on with you and Rafe?”
“Oh,” she says, looking down into her cup as Alvines running in, the big bottle of wine bnced
precariously between his two little hands. He pours her ss first and she mumbles her thanks to him.
“Um, we broke up,” she says awkwardly. “He was…lying to me. About a lot of stuff.”
“Like what,” Delia says eagerly, her eyes going wide. Delia loves a gossip, and Bridgette responds
warmly to her genuine interest, telling her all of the details that I know and some extras. My eyes go
wider as I hear about some things that Rafe did to her that dig his grave a little deeper with me, though
I do my best to keep my face impassive.
“Wow,” Emma says, blinking when she’s finished. “And I thought Joyce was bad.”
“Joyce is bad,” I insist, looking at her sternly. “There’s enough room on the Bad Alpha boat for all of
them, don’t let any of them off the hook.”
“Who is Joyce?” Bridgette asks, curious, and Emma tells her a shortened version of her own horrible
marriage. Bridgette is suitably horrified by what she hears, but I see a brightness in her as she listens. I
think it’s actually quite good for her to hear that someone else has had a simr experience. I make a
mental note to myself to build these kinds of sharing experiences into my future programs for women,
because if two women I know and love had had such a terrible time romantically, they certainly can’t be
alone.
We carry on like thiste into the night, finishing most of the pizza and the wine and polishing it all off
with Alvin’s “Marshmallow Surprise,” which is just marshmallows with a twizzler stuck through the
center. I know it’s time to go home, though, when my little boy curls up next to me and starts to snooze.
“I think that’s it for me,” I say quietly, wrapping an arm around my boy. “I want to get him back in his
bed. He’s slept in so many strange cestely.”
Emma and Delia mumble their agreement, gathering their things and giving Bridgette and I kisses
goodbye as they head out the door. Then, once they’ve headed out, I start to help Bridgette clean while
Alvin sleeps on the couch.
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“Um, Evelyn?” Bridgette says quietly as I put the dishes in the sink. “Do you think I coulde home
with you?”
“What?” I ask, shocked. I stare at her for a second and then blink myself back to the present, my mind
whirling. “I mean, Bridgette, you’re always wee, but why?”
She bites her lip and looks down at the floor.
“Oh, Bridgette,” I sigh, putting a hand on her shoulder.
“I don’t want you to be disappointed in me,” she whispers, her voice hitching a little. “But…but I want to
see him. I’ve thought a lot about it – more than just tonight.”
“Bridgette,” I say, putting a finger under her chin and making her look at me. “You never have to worry
about disappointing me. But – after everything he put you through – is this really the healthiest thing for
you to do?”
She shrugs nomittally. “I don’t know. But…I still have feelings for him, Evelyn. And I don’t honestly
know if they’re real, or if I’ve built them up in my head…and I think I need to see him to figure it out. For
closure? Or to confirm if they really are real? I don’t really know, but this just feels right.”
“I understand that,” I say softly. “Bridgette, of course you cane, if you feel strong and ready
enough.”
She gives me a tentative smile.
“Just be careful,” I say, looking at her with my heart in my eyes. “Don’t let him belittle you, okay? You go
to get what you want, and don’t worry about him.”
She nods, setting her shoulders square. “Okay,” she says. “I think I can do that.”
“Okay,” I say, raising my eyebrows. “Then let’s hit the road.”
Bridgette gives a little squeak of excitement and runs to the bedroom to grab a few things. As she
goes, I passively hope that one of the things she’s grabbing is the shotgun, but I dismiss the thought.
Instead, I take my phone out of my back pocket and send a quick text to Victor.
Evelyn: Get Rafe cleaned up. Bridgette ising home. I don’t want him to look like crap for her sake,
she deserves better.
A few minutester, a replyes through. No words, though – just an emoji of a wolf next to one of a
bathtub. I smirk and put my phone back into my pocket.
I guess our night isn’t over quite yet.