Point Of View 2 [*Do not read until you've read the same chapter of ATW]

Chapter 32 Fine Line

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*Trisha*

"I think it's a great idea. If Paul is willing, that is. But I agree with you, James. It's a lot. Julia...she's a lot."  I nod while talking to James and the girls through facetime.

"Will you all stop saying Julia's a lot? She can't help her mental illness. You make her out to be some psychotic crazy person. She's not. She's loving and sensitive and always bending over backwards to make everyone happy." Nate takes offense like we are all against Julia. We're not.

"That's not what any of them are saying Nate. But the reality is Julia is in the beginning stages of her detox and has a long road ahead of her. It's not fair for James to sacrifice his own health and healing because she can't stop taking pills." I blurt out and then realize how that may come off a little rude after the fact. "I'm sorry... it's just... she has an addiction she needs to take care of. She can't take care of James when she can barely take care of herself. Let her get back on her feet and THEN see if she's healthy enough to move in with James and take care of him, that's all anyone is saying here."

"She's not going to take this news well. She wants to be with James." Nate inhales sharply but gives in. "Listen. I get it, ok? Jesus, I should be there taking care of her. But since I can't.... I know Paul can. And she can go ahead and tear apart my apartment all she wants while I'm away. It's fine. Let me talk to Paul first though before you go breaking this news to Julia." Nate hangs up and drops his head.

"Shit." He murmurs.

"Sweetie, this needs to be done." I rub Nate's back, and he nods. 

"I know it does. Ok. Let me call Paul."

While he does that, I head to the master bathroom in the tour bus and take advantage of his shower. It's late and we should be sleeping right now to be honest. But all I can think of is the task at hand for James. Julia is going to freak out hearing these plans.  While I'm in the shower, using all his hot water, Noah facetimes me. My phone is on the small counter in front of me and even though I'm in the shower, I decide to take the call.

"Oh... I um... hi there." Noah sees me from the neck up in the shower while I prop my phone up on the shelf, hoping it doesn't fall. I love how flustered and nervous Noah gets sometimes. It's cute. I can tell he is lying in bed with no shirt on and one arm behind his head.

"Hey there sexy fireman." I say in a sultry voice while rinsing my hair and I can literally hear the man swallow hard while looking at me. He can't even see anything!

"God, I miss you." Noah's voice lowers which is sexy as hell and his eyes darken. Alright then. It certainly did not take him long to warm up to me tonight.

"Save any kittens outta trees today?" I ask while the shower water runs down my body. Noah's cheeks are already flushed from knowing I'm in the shower and shifts in his bed a little making it known he's uncomfortable with a hard on.

"Not today, no. I can um... I can call you back when you're done."

"Don't be silly. I'll even give you a tour." I dry my hands with a towel and pick up the phone, aiming it above me so Noah can get a little view of my soapy body.

"Shit. How far away are you again?" He lets out a frustrated sigh.

"Too far away. Your turn."

"MY turn. Um... I'm not in the shower naked but..." Noah angles his phone so I can see his bare chest. He has grey sweatpants on and a very noticeable erection showing through.

"Fireman Noah! You Devil." I tease him and he laughs a little. We both hear an infant begin to cry and Noah rolls his eyes with a huff. His colicky nephew is up.