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The peace.
The happiness.
I thought I was getting a second chance at having something special and meaningful in my life. From the moment I met her and started to have more and more interactions with her, I had wholeheartedly believed that I was incredibly lucky.
There were people who went their whole lives without ever experiencing what I’d been fortunate enough to experience once. To know that I was getting to have it again was beyond my wildest expectations.
Lacey had been my whole world. I didn’t think things could ever get better than they were with her, until she got pregnant with our child. For a few months, I’d been fortunate to live in this blissful state, where nothing upset me or made me stressed.
My life was beautiful.
I had everything I could have ever wanted and more.
Then, in the blink of an eye, it was all ripped away.
I never imagined I’d ever get the opportunity to feel like that again. For a long time, I neverwantedto feel that way again. But that was mostly because I never believed it would be possible.
How?
How could I lose my wife and child and ever feel good about anything in my life again?
There were never any answers to that question for three years.
That’s when Dakota showed up and gave me my answer.
And the minute I realized she was taking it away from me without even talking to me about what was on her mind first, I panicked.
I panicked, and I reacted.
But once I gave myself a few hours to calm down and think about it, I realized just how unfair I was being to her.
Three months after I lost Lacey, there wasn’t anything anyone could have said to me that would have had me ready to jump into another relationship. But with time and a lot of support from my family, I was able to find a way to heal.
Lacey and our unborn child would always be in my thoughts and in my heart, but I knew she’d want me to find a way to be happy again.
That happiness was coming in the form of Dakota.
So, I had to make it right. I had to come back, apologize, and get her to see that I understood where her mind was in this whole healing process. Her husband hadn’t died, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t suffering a loss.
Her marriage had ended, and as recent as it had been, I thought she deserved a little bit of understanding.
Best of all, Dakota had felt just as apologetic about how she had reacted and the assumptions she made. If nothing else, I’d learned that Dakota really was the woman I was starting to believe she was.
This had been the second time she made an effort to apologize for something she believed she’d done wrong. I thought it said a lot about the kind of person she was, and I made a vow to never take advantage of her humility.
The one thing I had no issues taking advantage of was the way in which we ultimately said sorry.
I’d be happy to have endless homemade desserts from Dakota.
I’d be even more delighted to have make-up sex that involved Dakota working her mouth over what seemed like every exposed inch of skin on my torso. She’d made her way down from my neck over my chest and was now at my abdomen.
She was doing that as I felt her hands at the waistband of my underwear. Dakota broke the connection between her mouth and my skin, so she could look up at me as she dragged my boxer briefs down my legs. The look in her eyes was almost enough to put me right on that edge.
But since I desperately wanted what she was about to give, I held on. And Dakota made sure I wasn’t the least bit disappointed.
Her hands had settled briefly on my thighs, as she kept her eyes on me and smiled. “I’m glad you came back here, Jack,” she said softly.
I loved the way it felt to hear her say my name in any instance, but when she was doing that resting on her shins with her naked body settled between my legs, there was no comparison.
