that. I bet it feels odd for Gabriella, but I wish somehow I could feel what she feels on a day to day basis. I can’t, and I’ll never understand everything she has to go through to carry our child.
I am thankful, so fucking thankful and happy that we’re getting the family we always wanted and the baby is healthy.
He kicks me again, and I smile so hard my cheeks hurt.
“Busy guy. You need to sleep. Mama is tired, buddy,” I pat her stomach, and he kicks me again. “I think you might be a soccer player.” His entire body rolls until he finally settles.
“Damn it.” Gabriella startles. “He kicked my bladder. I need to pee.” She sits up, and I help her get out of bed, one hand supporting her lower back and the other holding onto her belly. “Stop kicking my bladder or I’ll pee myself,” she warns him. “I don’t want to pee myself … again. It’s embarrassing.”
I remember that and while she cried because she thought it was ‘literally the worst thing that could ever happen’ her words, not mine, I washed her off and cleaned up the floor. She hated moments like that, but I loved them.
I cherished them.
I never thought I’d have this with her. For a moment, I thought she was going to be gone to me forever, but the sea brought her back to me. I never want to experience all that heartache again, even though it led me to the point where my heart is at its fullest.
She is my wildflower in the rain.
No matter what darkness is in my life, she’ll be the one to show me the beauty in it.
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Jaxon
Here comes the bride, all dressed in white…
I hummed the catchy, cliché tune as I attempted to make the perfect Windsor knot in my black tie. Black because weddings were just fancy funerals; a ceremony of marrying the wrong person and letting that person constrain the rest of your godforsaken fucking life by only doing what they want, slowly smothering you until you pray to finally be alone in that casket.
“Fuck this damn tie,” I sneered at my reflection in the mirror and, with a jerky motion, loosened the knot until I yanked the tie off from around the collar of the white button-up shirt.
“Need a hand?” Sebastian, my best friend, who was more like a brother to me, leaned against the wall with his hands in his pockets, smirking. I hated it when he smirked because it meant he could do something that I couldn’t. I didn’t like not being able to do something. I was the kind of man that made sure he knew how to do anything and everything.
But a tie? These damn things were my worst enemy, and that was saying something considering my profession and past. No matter how much I practiced, a tie always defeated me.
“No, I decided not to wear one. For your information.” It was a lie, and he knew it, but I didn’t like to admit weakness. He also knew that, so he never made me feel bad about that less than amazing quality about myself.
“Right.” He ran his fingers through his thick head of black hair and lifted his hand from his pocket to look at his Rolex. “We need to leave in five minutes.”
“I’m nearly ready,” I said, not admitting that out of all the jobs we have done together, this was the one I was nervous about.
We weren’t stealing art. We weren’t stealing diamonds, drugs, or money.
We were stealing a woman.
Someone who I have considered mine for an awfully long time.
Quinn Taylor. The only woman who has ever had my heart.
She was going to walk down the aisle today and marry the wrong man, the man who set