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My hand slips to Jasmine’s belly protectively when more than a few eyes turn towards my wife. She’s so beautiful on a normal day, but right now, she’s nine-months pregnant with our third little girl, and fuck if she’s not breathtaking.
I want her more than ever when she’s pregnant and I seriously can understand why Jake was happy to give Annie all the babies she wanted. There’s nothing quite like making love to her while her belly is big with our little girls.
I’m definitely not going to argue if she doesn’t want to stop with this one. Or if it ends up being another girl.
I might get some shit about it at work, but honestly, having a houseful of girls doesn’t bother me one little bit. It still won’t if none of them are interested in the company either. I want them all to be happy, the same way Cleo is.
We’ll have four girls in total when the new baby gets here. Cleo is an incredible big sister just as much as Jaime predicted. She’ll be fifteen next month, which is hard to believe, but since Daisy will be four in a week and a half, I know it’s true.
Jasmine’s been mine for five years now. Today is the first anniversary we celebrate, to remember our first date. The first time I held her in my arms and knew she was my forever.
March is a busy month for us for sure. Not only with Daisy’s birthday, the little one on the way due any day, but also our second little girl’s birthday was last week. Faye came four days before the anniversary of the day I met Jasmine, but also one month exactly before Jasmine’s birthday.
There’s now not a single month that the Cartwrights don’t celebrate a birthday dinner, and I’m damn glad to be part of that family. After spending years on my own, then just a few with my sister and Cleo, leaving our family as just the two of us, I don’t take for granted the new family we gained.
Cleo and Serenity are still best friends. Half the time we don’t know whose house they’re going to spend the night at, but at least we don’t have to worry about someone being after her anymore.
Tina was sentenced to three years in jail and five years’ probation after the trial because she refused to take the deal the DA offered of just two years of jail time. She said she didn’t do anything wrong, but a jury said otherwise. Her father moved out of town with her boys, which ended up being a good thing as he was part of the people that were illegally overturning city statutes.
Jesse wasn’t lying when he said he’d look into the new club that was going up. Not only did he help put an end to it, but also found the group that was making up the rules to benefit themselves.
Tina ended up serving all three years due to her continued attempts to get information and photos of Cleo in to her, but the guards were warned that she was obsessed with a minor and they thankfully didn’t turn a blind eye for a few extra bucks. When she got out, her father had to take her in, and while she was on probation in a new town, she did the same thing to another little girl. Only that time didn’t work out too well.
The girl was a drug dealer’s daughter, and while part of me thinks the girl would be better off away from someone like that, Tina wasn’t the one to help her. She was shot while trying to sneak around the man’s place and died at the hospital. It was a waste for sure, but at least it means Cleo’s safe from her.
Jasmine turns her face to me, giving me a smile and I drop a kiss onto her lips, before we follow the hostess to a table for dinner.
She doesn’t have to ask where we’re going afterwards. She already knows. We never end a date night without a visit to the fountain unless there’s an emergency. Since she’s pregnant I drive there, parking as close as possible, and we walk the rest of the way with my arm around her.
Just being here with her calms me, it always does, especially when I’m stressed. Tonight though, I’m remembering our first date. How much I wanted to take her home and make her mine, and tonight, I get to.
“I love you baby, more than anything,” I tell her, leaning down for another kiss. I can barely last a few hours without one.
If she doesn’t stop by while she’s out working, I run home at lunch to see my girls. Get my kisses in before heading back. Jasmine still runs her shop, but she’s mainly down to just coming up with ideas and overseeing things now. With the girls, she likes to be with them more than at the store. She still stays on top of everything but with her job, she doesn’t have to be in an office to do that.
Makes me understand the Cartwright’s decision to have a hybrid schedule more. Wouldn’t work for us, but if it keeps employees motivated, I’m all for it for places where it does work—especially for my wife.
The furniture line with Cartwrights pulls in more revenue than any of us expected, resulting in a need for an additional expansion. I thankfully have an in with the family and get discounts but even without it, our profit-sharing program would still earn my employees some hefty bonuses at the end of the year.
Jim is now my manager over the entire line, handling all the problems so I don’t have to, and he loves it. Which makes Renee happy, which in turn makes my wife happy because she’s still working for her. They came up with a program to give kids whose parents are having a hard time a fun birthday party. Jasmine gets donations to fund it at the events for the Cartwright Safe Homes Foundation.
It wasn’t too long after we announced our pregnancy with Daisy that Jasmine and Carly met a young expecting mom at the store, looking at the prices for things. She was distraught at how much it all cost and they sat down with her at the café, calming her down, only to find out that her rent was being raised ten percent and she didn’t think she could afford it. Her new husband had walked out on her when they unexpectedly became pregnant, and she was trying to do it all on her own.
That led to the family deciding to make more changes to the apartment complex where Eden was living before Jesse moved her into the house that’s now Eden and Jude’s. They already owned it after seeing the asshole landlord attempting to evict another mother.
They had a few open units and let the woman have one, but then also decided to add another building that would be solely for expecting and new moms. They also added in a day care center that was free to use so the moms could find jobs without worrying about the cost of day care.
The foundation pays for the day care workers, all maintenance, utilities, and upkeep, so donations are extremely helpful. Serena suggested that they use a percentage of the new baby décor line she created to fund scholarships to parents that need a little extra help with day care costs as well, and the family immediately said yes.
Jasmine puts together all the events for it and they’re always amazing. Brings in more money than expected so they’re able to help more people every year. It feels really good to be part of it, but even better to be Jasmine’s man.
“I love you too, Adam,” Jasmine says, resting in my arms as we watch the fountain gently bubbling. I’m about to pick her up and carry her to the car, take her home and make love to her all night when she lets out a gasp.
“What’s wrong, baby?” I ask, looking down at her, as her hand goes to her belly.
“My water just broke,” she says with a laugh, nodding at my shocked expression.
It’s not the way I expected to end the night, but I scoop her up and hurry us back to the car while she laughs. “Stop that or you’re liable to have her popping out, baby girl.”
