Jillie          Unpacking was simply torture. I had been up since eight this morning, doing nothing but unpacking. I had to find some way to fill my morning, especially with Jarren gone. Whatever he had to take care of yesterday was being done today because we went to check on Alyx yesterday. Jarren had said he’d have someone come over and help me unpack, but I wanted to do it myself. It was another one of those moments.            Making my way downstairs, I walked into the kitchen before rummaging through the refrigerator. I was starving and decided to make some pasta. Closing the fridge, I filled a small pot with water and set it on the stove. As the water heated up, I took a package of pasta from the pantry before grabbing a can of cream of chicken.

Jarren          I watched as Mason paced the floor. He was losing his mind over something I had to tell him. For some reason, he was being impatient. All he had to do was wait another few minutes until Xander and Garret showed up. I wanted to laugh, but somehow I knew that wouldn’t help – what I’m assuming was - his nervousness. A few minutes later, both Garret and Xander walked into the room.“Okay, tell me now,” Mason stated when everyone was seated.I all but laughed. “Calm down, Mason. You act like I’m about to tell you I’m breaking our alliance or something.” He gave me a look that said that was precisely what he was thinking. “Seriously,

Jarren “People will start showing up any minute, and the two of you are goofing around,” Jillie stated, crossing her arms over her chest as she sent Xander and me a death glare.“Calm down, Jillie. Most of the food is already done and is in the oven to keep warm,” Xander responded.Jillie glared at him, and Xander flinched back slightly. “Just get this done.” With that, she turned and stomped back into the house.“Your wife is scary,” Xander stated, causing me to laugh.“It’s just her hormones. I usually agree and let her rant. It’s easier than trying to argue with her.”“I

Jillie          I led Aaden into the living room and sat on the couch. He sat at the other end and stared at the blank TV screen. I bit my lip, not sure exactly where to start. There was so much we needed to talk about. There was so much that we needed to discuss, but at this moment, I didn’t know how to go about doing that. My mind was on the fact that Jarren would most likely kill me for inviting Aaden over.            We sat in complete silence for a moment. He was staring off into space, and I was trying to come up with something to say to start the conversation. This was proving to be more complicated than I initially thought. I sighed and began to fumble with my fingers.            A few months ago, I would have been

Jillie                It’s been a week, and Jarren’s still mad at me. This was a first. I wasn’t particularly mad at him anymore, but I wasn’t about to let him know. If he was mad, then I would still at least act mad. As childish as that may be, it was no more childish than him giving me the silent treatment. If lucky, he’d say ten words to me in a day. At this point, I was starting not to care. My hormones were going into overdrive, and I was more focused on not murdering anyone who made me mad than worrying about his ridiculousness.              I had just finished getting dressed and slipped on my shoes when he entered the room. Just as I knew he would, he ignored me and went straight to the closet. I rolled my eyes before heading out of the bedroom and down the stairs. I went into the kitchen and fixed myself a bagel with cream chee