Never Give Up - Heidi Lis Page 0,97

of the law. Micah’s parental rights weren’t terminated either. Nor had either one of us signed our right’s away, voluntarily. The hand written contract between my parents and the Mitchell’s would be considered a high risk in the legal system. We were informed every state had their set of rules when it came to adoptions.

In our case, it appears not all legal requirements were ever established, and that alone gives Mr. Hamilton, and Mr. Reid hope we will win this case. Micah’s dad had contacted a few of his friends who were circuit court judges and was pushing hard to make sure we had the letter of the law on our side. He was adamant that no stone be left unturned. Having friends in high places does have its advantages.

Leaving the law office, Micah and I headed home holding on the hope that we’d get Michael. Not only are we just back together, but now we might be parents. Are we ready? Can we do this?

“Micah, are we ready to raise our child?” I ask, panicking with the doubts my parents have drilled in my mind over the years.

“Babe, we will do whatever it takes. We may be young, and just finding our way back to one another, but after I found out I had a son, I could not stop thinking about him.” Pulling the car over on the side of the road, he puts it in the park and sits back, looking ahead at the road. “If I never would have left, we would be the ones raising him. It literally kills me knowing that even though we created him, he’s living with strangers, and not us.”

Sitting back, it’s easy to see that he is deep in thought. Reaching across the seat, he opens the glove box and pulls out a small bag. A hint of a smile crosses his face before he closes his eyes and takes a calming breath. When he opens his eyes, they sparkle as they dance over my face. His infectious grin makes me giggle but then he pauses and his lower lip began to quiver.

“Do you believe things happen for a reason, El?” Micah’s voice cracks when he says my name.

I answer with a nod, unsure where this is heading.

His breathing slows before his eyes settle on the road the look on his face looks like he is trying to remember something. “What did you tell me all those years ago?”

“Not sure what you mean?” I can’t help smiling back at him feigning ignorance. Even though I have an idea what’s he’s asking me.

He lowers his chin. “Yes, you do.”

I’m more than happy to go back and relive this part of our past, so I tell him what he wants to hear. “That you’re my soul mate, and I knew it by the way I felt about you all the way to my bones.”

“Exactly.” His body relaxes. Reaching over, he gently cups my jaw, and runs his thumb across my cheek. Closing my eyes, I am resting my head in his hand. His touch alone could calm a thousand storms.

His smiles then lowers his eyes to my lips before settling back on my eyes. “Baby, do you still feel that way?”

Reaching up I cup my hand over his, lacing our fingers. “All the way to my bones, Micah, and I’ve never stopped. Once you give your soul away, you can’t take it back. It no longer belongs to me. It belongs to you and it has since the day my eyes collided with yours five years ago.”

His eyes shimmer with the tears that fill his eyes. Leaning in close, he keeps his eyes locked on mine, even as our lips connect. Holding my head in his hands, Micah deepens the kiss by tilting his head. Breaking our kiss for a fraction of a moment, a breathless Micah rubs his nose against mine in a butterfly style kiss. I normally would giggle, but this moment is anything but funny. The endearment in his feather-like touches and sweet kisses is what makes life worth living.

“Elsa.” He whispers, as his lips caress mine in slow circles.

“Micah.” My reply is more of a whimper.

“Baby, look at me?”

I do, opening my eyes, the first thing I notice is how piercing and commanding his eyes are. He gives me two more quick, passionate kisses, and then stops. He smiles, but still keeps his lips lightly pressed against mine.

“Marry me, baby?”

My eyes widen in surprise. I’m not sure I