It wasn’t like Baby hated Jesse—hate wasn’t really her style. She was more hurt, and yes, definitely angry. Angry that she hadn’t been invited to the wedding, despite everything she and Sofia had been through together. It felt like she’d been completely left out of one of the most important moments in Sophia’s life. And then, of course, there was the fact that Jesse had pretty much taken Sophia away from her entirely. Their friendship had changed, and Baby couldn’t help but feel like she had lost her best friend to him. That sting hadn’t gone away.
So here they were, standing awkwardly in the aftermath of her drunken outburst. She had almost broken his nose that night, her frustration spilling over in a haze of alcohol-fueled rage. And yet, here Jesse was, offering her a way out—an olive branch, even. He was giving her the space to avoid him, to escape the tension between them, but for some reason, Baby didn’t feel like running this time.
"I'm sorry for what happened," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. It wasn’t easy to apologize, especially when she wasn’t just sorry about the punch, but about everything. She hadn’t planned on losing control that night, but all the pent-up emotions had come flooding out, and Jesse had been the easiest target. Now, standing there, facing him sober, she felt the weight of it all.
"And I’m also sorry about Sophia," she continued, her words catching slightly in her throat. It was still hard to talk about her. "I heard she just… left town after everything." Baby bit her lip, the old bitterness rising up again. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that Sophia had vanished, that she’d walked away without so much as a real explanation. Baby had been left to pick up the pieces, and Jesse—well, Jesse had been left standing in the wreckage too. It seemed they both had their share of damage to deal with.
There was a long pause, the silence between them heavy with everything unsaid. Baby felt torn, wanting to walk away and never deal with any of it again, yet also wanting to explain herself, to clear the air somehow. Maybe they could never go back to how things used to be, but maybe they could at least understand why it had all gone so wrong.
"I, uh…" she hesitated, glancing down at her feet before looking back up at him, meeting his eyes with a mix of vulnerability and determination. "I’d take you up on some advice though. And, um, some time from you, to explain why I reacted the way I did back then."
Her voice wavered slightly as she spoke, but there was a quiet strength behind her words. She wanted him to understand that it wasn’t just the wedding, or Sophia, or even him. It was all of it—everything building up until she couldn’t hold it in anymore. And if she could just explain, maybe he’d see that too.
There was a flicker of something in Jesse’s eyes—surprise, maybe, or understanding. She couldn’t tell for sure. But for the first time in a long time, Baby felt like she was doing the right thing. Maybe this was the first step toward healing.
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