My heart pitter-pattered in my chest, and I felt a rush of excitement in my limbs.
The ring was on a platinum band encrusted with small diamonds, while the centerpiece was a princess cut surrounded by smaller chips. I didn’t know about carats, but the stone had to be nearly as wide as her finger.
“Wow.” I brought my hand to my mouth, covering my whisper. “Holy—”
“Shit?” I heard Jax finish and looked up to see him stepping into the room.
I smiled at him through the happy tears in my eyes. “Are you asking her to marry you?” I inquired. “Or have you already asked her?”
I was so excited for Juliet.
He looked away, the words caught in his throat. “Yes, actually,” he stammered. “But that’s not the ring I’m using.”
At my confused look, he shut the door behind him and spoke low.
“That’s Jared’s,” he told me. “He left it here when he came home a year and a half ago.”
Jared’s . . . ? What?
“He left it here when he came home to propose to you,” he finished, the solemn look on his face clearly waiting for my reaction.
My lungs emptied, and I just stood there. I couldn’t move.
Jared came home more than a year ago to propose to me?
I dropped the bag, leaning against the dresser, and closed my eyes, walking myself through what he must’ve felt when he saw me with someone else. Buying a ring, coming home still as in love with me as when he left, and seeing . . .
Jax grabbed my face, turning me to look at him. “Look at me, Tate.” Our eyes locked. “Stop, okay? You did nothing wrong. As with everything, it was bad timing.” His hands cupped my face firmly, and I breathed in and out, trying to move past the ache of regret. I’d never wanted to hurt Jared. But he’d hurt me when he left, and I’d had to push him away.
“You are the love of his life,” Jax continued, “and there was never any question that he was going to make his way back to you and fight for you sooner or later. What’s important is that you both move on. You’ve got a life to live, memories to make with each other, and babies to have.” He shook my face with his last words, bringing me back. “Don’t waste another minute.”
He was right. He was always right.
I could spend hours or days feeling bad about Jared wanting to marry me long ago, but I hadn’t meant to break his heart. I was simply trying to protect mine.
Now he was here. He loved me, and I loved him. And we were happy. Case closed, and no looking back.
“Jax!” Juliet yelled from downstairs.
He dropped his hands, running into the hallway.
“What’s wrong?” He peered over the railing.
“Check your phone! Madoc just texted,” she said, sounding worried. “Katherine just went into labor. She’s having the baby now!”
Chapter 16
Jared
We dove into the elevator, Jax and I with the girls at our sides, and my phone about to crack under the pressure of my fist.
After Madoc’s text, Tate had come through the backdoor carrying my duffel, and I had her go start the car while I slipped on some clothes. Jax and Juliet had sped off right away, while I swung by Madoc’s house and picked up Pasha. She’d been keeping pretty busy, hanging out with Jax at the Loop and hiking with Madoc, Fallon, and Lucas—their little brother from the Big Brothers Big Sisters program—this past week, but for some reason, I didn’t want to leave her out of things.
So I took a small detour, picked her up, and hit the road.
And of all the fucking inconveniences, my mother was in Chicago for the weekend with Jason, since her city friends had convinced her to go to some baby exposition bullshit when she should’ve been resting.
We sped the entire drive and caught up with Jax.
Once inside the hospital, I sent Pasha to the gift shop to buy flowers. I considered making sure my mom and sister were all right more important than personally picking out her floral arrangement. So while she did that, the rest of us raced up to the third floor.
My muscles tightened in anticipation, and I could feel a trickle of sweat trail down my back. I didn’t know why I was so nervous.
It wasn’t worry or discomfort. It was definitely nervousness. I rubbed my mouth over my T-shirt on my shoulder, wiping away the thin layer of sweat.
What was I supposed to do with a baby? It was doubtful there would be any connection. Our differences in age would most likely prevent us from bonding.
And it was a girl. What was I supposed to do with a girl?
Luckily, she was little, and it would be a long time before she really interacted with anyone.
But part of me was also depressed by that fact, too.
Madoc, and even Jax, would no doubt catch on very quickly how to play with her and talk to her, but entertaining, much less tolerating, people was never my strong suit.
But I did want her to be close to me. I just had no idea what the hell to do to make that happen.
Madoc had texted that my mom was in suite seven, and since it took us nearly an hour to get to Chicago, navigate traffic to the hospital, and park, the baby was already here and so were Madoc and Fallon, since they’d left before us.
I didn’t knock. Barging into the room, though, I slowed, seeing Madoc standing by my mom’s bed with the baby already in his arms.
“I got her first,” he teased. “Sorry.”
He wasn’t at all sorry, judging by the shitty-ass grin on his face, but it was okay. I stared at the tightly wrapped pink bundle in Madoc’s big arms, looking like nothing more than a little loaf of bread, and I tried to wrap my brain around the fact that that was my sister.
I couldn’t even see her, she was so buried in blankets.
Tate stayed at my side, and I could feel my mom watching me as Jax veered around to go to Madoc’s side.
“Hey, Quinn Caruthers,” he sang, putting a gentle hand on her head.
Madoc looked at her with awe, already in love, while Jax loomed at his side, and I could tell he was itching to get her into his arms.