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God, I love this man so much. He is everything I’ve ever dreamed of having in a man. He’s passionate, loving, caring, gentle, and so many more words that would take me forever to name. In essence, he’s absolutely perfect. I drove into this town a scared and broken woman. I now lie in this bed with the man of my dreams, a woman who no longer cringes when someone approaches me. I no longer cower when I come in contact with a man. Jaxon brings out the best in me and has shown me I don’t have to be afraid all the time. No woman in their right mind would say no to him. And for the first time in a long time, I’m in my right mind.
I glide my fingers up his chest and around his neck. Tugging on his hair, I pull his face closer to mine until our lips are almost touching. It’s there that I whisper, “Yes, I’ll marry you.”
A huge smile appears on his face right before his lips devour mine.
Epilogue
One Year Later
“THAT’S IT, ANGEL. I’m taking you to the doctor. No flu is going to have you throwing up for two weeks straight,” Jaxon says, holding my hair for what seems like the hundredth time.
I rest my head on my arm that’s lying on the toilet and take deep breaths. I am so sick of being sick. For the past two weeks all it seems I do is eat, throw it back up, and sleep. I’m exhausted and I’ve lost a lot of weight. I know Jaxon is right and I need to find out what’s wrong.
I lift my head and see Jaxon holding a glass of water out for me. I stand on shaky legs and gratefully take the glass from him. My first sip gets swirled in my mouth and then spat out into the sink. I chug the rest of it like I haven’t had anything to drink in days. I next brush my teeth, because not to would be gross.
I turn to face Jaxon and lean against the counter. He steps up to me and places his hands on the counter on either side of my waist. His expression is worried. He’s noticed the weight that I’ve lost.
I bring my head forward until my forehead lands on his chest.
“Okay, Jaxon. Make an appointment,” I tell him and hope whatever I have isn’t too serious.
* * *
I SIT AND STAR AT the doctor and wonder if I heard him correctly. There’s no way what he’s saying is right. It just can’t be. It’s not possible. It’s got to be a horrible joke. However, if I find out that it is a mistake, I don’t know if I’ll recover.
Jaxon’s at my side and I feel him squeeze my hand. I turn to look at him and see his lips forming a breathtaking smile. His eyes are twinkling and they look very happy.
I turn back to the doctor and finally find my voice.
“How is that possible? I’ve had doctors tell me that I can’t get pregnant anymore because of the damage done to my body.” Please let it be true. Please let me be carrying Jaxon’s baby.
“I’m not exactly sure, Bailey. The scarring and damage done to your fallopian tubes should have prevented any eggs from reaching your uterus. Obviously someone was looking down on you both.” He has his own grin in place and then throws us both a wink. “Congratulations!”
“Angel,” Jaxon calls softly.
I turn my head back to him. “I’m pregnant, Jaxon,” I whisper, like he doesn’t already know. It feels so weird to say.
I place my hand on my stomach and look down at it. There’s a baby in there. My and Jaxon’s baby. The thought brings a smile to my face and I close my eyes. When I open them again, I can feel moisture on my cheeks.
I look back at Jaxon with my big, bright smile and tell him more loudly, “I’m pregnant!”
“I know, baby. Come here.” He gets up from his chair. I stand and immediately fall into his arms. He twirls me around and I giggle loudly. With our arms wrapped around each other, I lovingly look up at him.
“You happy?” he asks me one of the most ridiculous questions.
I reach up on my tiptoes and kiss his lips lightly. Pulling back, I tell him with complete and utter honesty, “So much more than I ever imagined I could be.”
* * *
Four Years Later
Jaxon
STANDING ON OUR DECK, I watch as Bailey chases Amari around the yard. Her short three-year-old legs are no match for Bailey. Of course, Bailey doesn’t catch her right away, but jogs slowly with her arms outstretched, letting Amari run and scream and think she’s outrunning her mother.
I laugh when Bailey catches her and scoops her up into her arms. Amari squeals and squirms when Bailey starts blowing raspberries on her neck.
Bailey notices me first and graces me with her stunning smile. She whispers something in Amari’s ear and puts her down. My beautiful three-year-old runs toward the deck I’m standing on, and I meet her at the bottom of the stairs when she reaches them. I pick her up and throw her into the air, which causes her little girl giggle. I really love that sound.
