First Christmas: A Novella of the Finding Freedom series by D. Raven

Author:D. Raven [Raven, D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Izzy Elliott
Published: 2024-12-03T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

“And he says everything is okay, and he’s just planning some epic surprise. But, my head is just not accepting that for whatever reason.” I trailed off, looking across the cafe’s table at my best friend. I ran my fingernail around the rim of the oversized coffee cup and sighed.

“Becks. Lucas Marshall is head over heels in love with you,” Monica’s voice was calm and soothing. She pushed her glasses up on her nose and tilted her head, “That man can’t even imagine looking at another woman. I promise that whatever is going on, it's going to surprise you,” she smiled, shaking her head.

“I know that look” I said, narrowing my eyes on her. “What do you know?”

“Nuh-uh!” she exclaimed. “I’m not saying a single word. I’ve sworn an oath to secrecy,” she throws her hands in the air after pretending to lock her lips and throw away the key.

I heaved a dramatic sigh, scowling at her.

“Lucas wants to take me to the shooting range.” I said softly, spinning the mug on the table.

Monica tilted her head, considering, sipping her own cappuccino.

“That may not be a bad idea, Becks. Your only experience with guns was traumatic and-”

“We don’t have to talk about this,” I blurted.

“Rebecca Wareman. My best friend went through something traumatic and life altering. You let me talk about Paul when I need to even though it brings back bad memories for you.”

“That’s different,” I whispered.

“It’s really not.” Monica placed her hand over mine, squeezing gently. “It may be good for you to feel like you’re in control of the situation with one. Learn how to handle it in a safe and controlled situation. Get used to the noise,” she encouraged me. “Paul used to take me all the time.” She shrugged, taking another sip of her drink.

“My instinct is just to stay the hell away from them,” I said, eyes watering at the thought.

“I get that,” my best friend replied, gently. “Maybe we can go together.” She suggested. “Lucas could work with us both. Paul would hate for me to just stop.”

I stared into my best friend’s eyes, “You’d do that for me?”

“Becks. Any of us would do anything we could to help you,” she stated firmly, shaking her head at me, “One day you’re going to believe that.”

“Are you and the girls still going to your parents, and Paul’s parents, Christmas Eve?” I asked, changing the subject.

Mon nodded, smiling as the waitress set down our food. “It’s going to be different but I don’t think anyone’s ready to stop tradition,” she stated, taking a bite of her chocolate cake.

“Mmmmmmm,” she closed her eyes. “Okay. This is amazing. Enough talking for now. More eating.”

I laughed, taking my own bite, eyes widening at the rich flavor.

“See.” Monica emphasized, pointing her fork at me, “Amazing.”

“You’re right. Less talking. More eating.” I laughed.

After a few moments of companionable silence, she spoke up, so quiet i could have missed it.

“Trevor has been coming around a lot lately…” she trailed off, reorganizing her cake to the center of her plate.

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