LUNA

25

"I don't think this is a good idea Sebastian. I'm telling you now that I disagree completely and I'm not afraid to put my foot down when I think you're being stupid." I slam my book onto the bed and he continues to pace around the room.

"Sebastian Michael I am not agreeing to this." I reiterate before standing up and walking over to him.

"You are not sending that human punching bag out to do another job. He's obviously still harboring some anger about you choosing me over him. Now isn't the time to send him out. If anything happens to me you're going to have a repeat of last time where you stick with me and he gets resentful. Why can't you wait to dive head first into another business deal?"

"When am I supposed to stop waiting. I'll always worry about you. You're my Luna and I love you. You think I'm going to suddenly stop caring one day? He has to get over the fact that you come first."

"No, your pack comes first Sebastian. I am usually more than capable of taking care of myself. I'm just worried that after everything I might have a bump in the road. Especially because it's only been a week. Can you please just listen to me and realize that this isn't needed. Another fancy painting will come along and if it doesn't you can hold it against me. I just don't want anything bad happening."

"I don't agree." He stops pacing and crosses his arms over his chest.

"What can I do to convince you?"

"Nothing."

"If you make this decision I won't speak to you until he's back and I will go stay with your mother. I'm not letting you get Garrett killed less than a month after he got home." I grab my phone and in response he grabs my wrist.

"You can't leave. You need to stay in bed until your wolf is healed and it isn't anywhere near healthy."

"I've lived this long with it being unhealthy. I think I'll live. Now let go of my wrist."

It doesn't take him long at all to release his grasp from me and walk to the closet.

"If you're gonna be stubborn at least pack your clothing this time." He comes out with some of my things and a bag before packing it.

"You don't make the rules for me Sebastian. You can make them for Garrett but not me." I walk out of the room and I get to the front door before Im stopped by Hudson.

"I've been told to keep you from leaving."

"And I've been told that keeping me hostage is a crime." I snap back at him before walking to the back of the house and out the back door.

"Jenifer you're being stubborn again. Why can't you let this go." Bash calls after me as I keep walking and I roll my eyes.

"Telling your mate 'I told you so' at his friends funeral doesn't seem to be an attractive plan to me. Yet, it seem like something you want me to follow through with. Garrett won't be doing this deal and that's the end of the story. Until then ill be with your family who will also agree with me." I walk into his house before shutting the door in his face.

"Sweetheart what is going on? And why is my son standing outside?"

"We got into an argument over his business dealings. He wants to send Garrett out on another death mission when I'm as close to bed ridden as it gets. He can't seem to realize that if he's too busy watching over me, he won't be able to save Garrett when the time comes. With his plan, Garrett either dies or comes back just to resent me for being the reason he almost gets killed for the second time."

"And what is your plan exactly?"

"For him to wait until I'm better so that if he has to leave me he can have that peace of mind. He told me he doesn't care and that I will always come first. I disagree. The pack should come first and Garrett is too important to those guys for Bash to be so flippant about this." I explain as I cross my arms over my chest.

"Wow." She says in a hushed tone while trying not to laugh. "I mean, my son is stubborn but you're even worse."

"Am I wrong? Am I making a problem out of nothing or am I doing the right thing?"

"I can't decide that for you. The only thing I know is that he really loves you but he also really loves having Garrett as a friend and business partner."

"Then why is he trying to send his best friend on a death trip?"

"I wish I knew. However, I do know that it's important to not fight over the little things."

"This isn't little to me. I'll deal with the pain that comes along with this fight because I know he won't be able to deal with the pain of his best friend dying or going missing. I won't watch the light go out of his eyes if that happens. I will sacrifice what I have for him to keep his friendships intact."

And so I did suffer for a while. I pulled a silent treatment when I returned to the home and I refused to eat. He wasn't having any of it. He didn't give me any attention but he cracked when I slept in the other room.

"Please stop this charade. You win."

"It's not about winning. I don't want to be right. That's why I'm doing this."

"You do want to be right? You love being right Jen baby and you know that."

"Not in this case."

"Are you sure about that?"

"If I ended up being right, you would lose your best friend. I don't want to be right and I don't want to watch you suffer as he's ripped out of your life. I never want to be right about that. I wanted to stop you from making a decision that affects more than the two of us."

"I thought I was doing my job." He whispers as he takes a seat on the end of the bed. "I thought I was putting my foot down and doing what was needed for my pack. Why am I so bad at this?"

"You're not bad at this, Bash. You have a heart that's bigger than you want it to be. You were trying to act tough and get things done, but sometimes you need to take time. Waiting isn't always bad."

"I know I just don't know why I had to be the one in charge of these things. I'm either to pushy and I fail at timing things properly or I don't get them done."

"Do you want me to help you?" I whisper softly as I inch towards him. "I mean you're more than capable, I just want you to trust me."

"I want you to accept that I'm here for you." I place my hand on his arm as I take my seat behind him and he leans back into me. "Please understand that I love you and that I just think maybe you could let me help you. You're more than capable, but I could be the support you sometimes need."

"I know." He grab onto my thigh and gives it a squeeze before turning back to me and pushing my hair from my eyes. "I'm sorry for being a dick. I'd love your help."