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The adoption of Tammy is what I’m eventually going for, but I need to be awarded guardianship first. Every time I think about the court date in about two weeks, my mind freezes with panic. I want this so much that I’m fearful of hoping.
But on the days that I’m feeling more confident, I’m seriously considering going for guardianship of Catcher once Tammy is settled in my home. They’d make an amazing brother and sister, and if Jace really is in this with me, then knowing I’m on board will hopefully help sway him to become a family; one home.
My dream is alive, and I’ve no intention of giving up on it, or the man who is currently curving his palm around my ass.
Chuckling, I move my knee and start to rub against his growing erection while his hand does some investigating of its own.
“Are you really happy, Savannah?”
I frown at the serious question. Why on earth would he ask me that? I would have thought it was obvious.
Resting my chin on his chest, I peer up at him and feel my heart kick in my chest when I see the sadness on his face.
“Jace,” I start, “I can’t ever remember being this happy. I love you, and nothing you do or say will ever change that.” Now that I’ve answered, I have a question of my own, “Are you happy?” I start chewing on my lip, worried about what he’s going to say. I’ve never seen him look…I don’t know…maybe lost.
He cups my face with his hands and closes the gap between our mouths. After he’s placed a soft kiss against my parted lips, he admits, “I’m really happy here with you… I love you so much that I’m afraid something is going to come along and ruin it all; something will make you leave me. I’m not sure I’m strong enough to deal with the fallout of that.”
“Jace, don’t say that.” I wiggle up his body so that I’m supporting myself on his chest, and we’re now eye to eye. “You’re imagining trouble where there isn’t any. We’re so compatible and, in the short time we’ve been together, I can’t imagine there never being a ‘Jace and Savannah,’ so get any dark thoughts out of that gorgeous head of yours.”
“Gorgeous, huh?”
I roll my eyes, and smile at the grin trying to slip through his stern expression.
“Don’t let that assessment go to your head.” I chuckle as he starts to tickle me.
He manages to roll me to my back without us falling out of the hammock. Hovering over me is the sexiest man I’ve ever seen. He’s all hard as I wrap my legs around his thighs to keep him on top of me. I love feeling his weight against my softness, but he’s always afraid of hurting me…and then he smiles and my panties melt.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Jace
Game Day!
I’m so damn excited for today that I feel like a teenager. It’s been too long since I’ve felt so much enthusiasm to be part of a game, and I think some of that has to do with Savannah.
Golden Circle means a lot to the woman I love, so that means something to me, regardless of the fact that I’m falling for the kids. Catcher. I don’t really know what the hell to do about him.
Catcher follows me around like a shadow, and always asks my opinion on his catch, TV shows, and just about anything that pops into his young head.
He tugs at my heart and it’s getting harder and harder to leave him once the softball lesson finishes, or my visit to the home comes to an end. The fact that I’ll see him today makes me smile. The kids will have a surprise when they show up at the field today because we’ve gotten them shirts made specifically for today’s game, with half the academy’s team colors and half the sheriff’s department team colors.
Catcher has my number—thirteen—on the back of his shirt. If I’m honest, I feel like a big kid because I can’t wait to see his face when I give him the shirt. I wish I could give him more, but I can’t.
“Morning.”
Savannah has crept up behind me and slides her arms around to my stomach while her lips trace my spine and send heat rushing south.
“You smell real good,” she adds.
It’s when I feel her tongue tracing over my shoulder blade that I turn. Using all the inner strength that I can muster, I gently push her away from me. “Fuck, Savannah…We need breakfast before the game.” I quickly kiss her button nose. “And, good morning… Can you set the table?” I ask over my shoulder.
There’s no way I can turn around right now or she’ll know exactly how much I want to miss breakfast.
Hearing her puttering around before the knives and forks hit the table, I quickly re-arrange my aching dick and finish cooking the eggs.
Getting the eggs, bacon, tomatoes, and mushrooms onto the plates, I end up having to use the waist of my sweats to stop my cock from jumping around because it’s still hard as fuck with Savannah taking her sweet time setting the table.
She’s wearing one of my old T-shirts, which has shrunk slightly in the wash and has faded. Every time she moves, her breasts sway, and when she bends over the table to se
