I sit down.
She puts her head on my lap.
So now I’m sitting there… Mila’s head on my lap. Her ex in the other room sleeping on a pile of vomit…
This is a real good testament why relationships are a pain in the ass.
I look down at Mila.
She’s just staring forward.
I can’t tell her not to blame herself. She already does. It’s too late. It won’t change a thing.
“Jax,” she whispers.
“Shh, honey,” I say.
I touch her hair. I run my fingers through her hair.
I don’t stop.
I keep touching her hair. Playing with her hair.
And I just sit there.
Thinking.
I feel Mila drift off to sleep, then feel her sink into a deeper sleep. Her body completely relaxed. Which is good.
I know I have to go check on Ward.
That means moving carefully so I don’t wake Mila.
I feel like a ninja bank robber in an action movie as I move off the couch and place Mila’s head on a pillow.
She looks so fucking beautiful when she sleeps.
I crouch down and I can just stay like that all night long, staring at her, and be happy.
I gently brush my lips against her forehead, then I stand up and walk to Ward’s bedroom.
My lip is curled.
He hasn’t moved an inch.
Sleeping in his own puke. Mouth open. Tongue slightly sticking out of his mouth.
I nudge him with my foot.
His body moves but quickly stops.
There’s no response from him.
I kick him again. I kick him harder.
He still doesn’t respond.
I shut my eyes and feel my heart jump a little.